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in the  Psala^s  concerning  me.  "^  1 

HiiB.  \\.  32.     David.  Samufi.,  and  the  Prophets. Ver.  40  ^1 


By    I.    WATTS,    d.  d, 


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For  Thomas  llf  Andrews,  and  Manning  ^  Loring,  <^ 


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A     TABLE, 

To  find  any  Psalm  by  the  firft  Line. 


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ALL  ye  that  love  tlie  Lord,  rejoice          -          -  33^ 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  (kics              -         -         -  28 

Amid  ft  thy  wrath,  temcmber  love              -          -         -  9.^ 

Among  th' alTemblies  of  the  great          -          -          -  J  7^ 

Among  the  princes,  e.iithly  god*              -         -          -  186 

And  will  tlic  God  of  r^race                -          -          -          -  179 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zicn  fools          -          -         -         -  127 

Are  fmners  now  fo  fcnfelefs  grown            -         -          -  39 

A  rife,  my  gracious  God 44 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praif<  your  Kin^             -          •  29S 

B. 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  fky             -          -          -          -  51 

Behold  the  morning  fun            -           -          -           -  52 

I'chold  the  love,  ilie  gcn'rous  love           -           -           -  8(5 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftonc          .         -         -         -  257 

Behold  thy  waiting  fcrvant.  Lord             -          -         -  269 

blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God           -           -           -  222 

Bleft  arc  the  fons  of  peace         -----  295 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know         -         -         -  190 

Bleft  are  th*  undefil'd  in  heart         -         -         -          -  260 

Bleft  is  the  man,  forever  bleft          -           -          .          -  76 

Bleft  is  the  man,  whofe  bowels  move         -         -         -  100 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  lliuns  the  place          -          -          -  13 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord         -         -         -         -  7^ 

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CHILDREN  in  years,  and  knowledge  young         -  82 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord         -         -  84 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife            -           -          -  208 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad          -          -         -         -  207 

Confider  all  my  forrows,  Lord       -          -         -         -  272 


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AVID  rejolc'd  in  God  his  flrength  -         -         57 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record         -         -         -     153 


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A RLY,  my  God,  without  delay        -         -        -        13^ 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  God         -         -         -         -         215 


FAR  as  thy  name  is  known           -         -         -  •       1 1  ^ 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand         -  -  -         27^ 

Father,  I  fmg  thy  wondrous  grace           -  -  -         ^SS 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they           -          -  -  -         284 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright             -  -         7^ 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay           -          -  -         3^ 

Forever  bleflcd  be  the  Lord            -          -  -  -         3H 

Forever  fhall  my  fong  record           -         -  -  -         i?7 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name             -  -  -         236 

From  all  that  dwell  belpvv'  the  £kies         -  -  -          255 

From  deep  diftrels  and  troubled  thoughts  -  -         291 


GIVE  thanks  to  G^d  ;  he  reigns  above         -         -  235 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name           -  231 

Give  thanks  to  God  mofl  high         ,         .  -          -  300 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  -         -  299 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife              -  -         -  303 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame           -  -         -  7  ^ 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays         -         -  -         -  1S7 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints           -          -          -          •  1^7 

God,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope              -  -      '   '  J^^ 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth         -         -         -  ^57 

God  of  eternal  love         ..----  234 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down            -  -          -  96 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  pruife         ,         -          -         -  241 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King           -         -         -  ^43 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high              -  -          -  297 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might  -         -  245 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God              -           -  -         -  no 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fmgs         -  -         -  181 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove         -  -         -  I75 


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Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  -          -          137 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway              -  -         -          158 
Great  God,  the  heav'n*s  well  order'd  frame         -         -         54 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael          -         -  -         -          176 

H. 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrael  {^.j  -         -         283 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  -          -          -      247 

Happy  the  city  wh^re  their  fons          -  -                  -      315- 

Happy  the  man  to  wliom  his  God              -  -         -           76 

Happy  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet  -          -          -15 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  -           -           219 

Hear  what  the  Lord  rn  vifion  fald           -  -          -           190 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail          -  -          .            3; 

He  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns  -         -         -     21 1 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God          -  -         -           19$ 

High  in  the  hcav'ns,  eternal  God           -  -           -           b; 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod           -  -           -           170 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear           .  -           .          ab'o 

How  faft  their  guilt  and  forrow:.  rife           -  -          -          42 

How  long,  O  Lord,  fliall  I  complain         .  -          -          36 

'flow  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face          -  -         -         37 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair              -  -          .            180 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee          -          -         -  -         -          29 c 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I              -         .  .          .          2S1 

How  Ihall  the  young  fecure  their  heans  -         .         263 

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IF  God  fucceed  not,  ail  the  ccft         -  -        .              j?"' 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny          .  .          -          28? 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God             -          -         -  ^          .           ^^5 

I^'ll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day           -  ►         .            *^2 

rilpraifemy  Maker  with  my  breath          -  .         .          320 

I^love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries         -  -         .          2r  , 

I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King              -  -         .        lor 

Jti  all  my  vaft  concerns  witu  thcc              -  ►          ^         ^q3 

In  anger, 'Lord,  rebuke  me  not          -         -  .         .        *2' 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  -         .          -^-j 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known             -  .          .         ",6^ 
Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face            -          -  -       i-         44 
Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 


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It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand             -  -         -          221 

1  waited  patient  for  the  Lord          -           "  -         "         97 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high         -         -  -         -         71 

J- 

JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  -        -         202 

Jefus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  -         -         2^43 

Jellis  fhall  reign  where'er  the  lun          -  -         -              159 

Joy  to  the  world  !   the  Lord  is  come          -  -         -          2 14 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  -           -           68 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws.         -  -          •          132 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  -            -            48 


LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raifc  -         -          2^<^ 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  -          -            266 

Let  children  hear  the  mij^Iity  deeds           -  -         -          '7^ 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join            -----  3^^ 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  gcodnefs  fpeak         -  -          -       3^° 

Let  God  ariie  in  all  his  might         -         -  -          -          ^47 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son             -  -       '  •          33^ 

Let  finners  take  their  courie            -          -  -         -          '^9 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice         •          -  -          -          ^^^ 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice           -           -  -          -        lOo 

Let  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God           -  -            -          3^^ 

Long  as  1  live  ril  blefs  thy  name         -  -           -           3^^ 

Lord,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off           „  -         -           133 

Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wih  prove  -          -            45 

Lord,  lam  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin            -  -          -            123 

I^ord,  I  can  fufier  thy  rebukes          -          -  -          -          24 

Lord,  1  efteem  thy  judgments  right         -  -         -          ^^5 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults         -  -          "          ^9^ 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear         .^  -          -             34 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  -          -          ^^7 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear         -  -•        -         ^^ 

Lord,  I  w^ill  blefs  thee  all  my  days          -  -           -          ^  ^ 

Lord,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs         -  -         *       125 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above         .          .         -  -         -        183. 

Lord,  thou  haft  caird  thy  grace  to  mind  -         -           ^^| 
Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry         -         ^         "      256. 

Lord,  li^cu  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  through         -  3^S 

GUord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere         -  -        -        47 


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Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray         -         -  -         21 
Lord,  *tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand              ...        202 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old             -  -         102 

Lord,  what -a  feeble  piece         -         -         -         -  •        198 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  1             -  -         162 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man               -           -  315 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er         -         -  -         311 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high              -  -           148 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  lirft          -  -            29 

Loud  hallelujah's  to  the  Lord         -         -          -  -         327 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner- ftone          .          -  .          259 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight             ,          ,  -           294., 

M. 

MAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord            -         -  -         15- 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong         -  -         217 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire           -          ...  -         67 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows              -           -  .         311 

My  God,  confider  my  diftrefs          -         -          -  -          270 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears             -          -  .          i^, 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings         -         -  131 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope         -         -         -  -           j^^ 
My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife         -         -         -     316 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue         -         -         _         .  j^g 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men         ...  -       92 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel            -         -  -          308 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name           -         -         .  -         7^. 

My  never-ceafing  fong  fhall  Ihow             -         -  -          188 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love           -          "          -  -         3-3 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God         -         -  013 

My  Saviour  and  my  King             -           -           _  -        104 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend          -         -  .           j  r^, 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord         ...  -         61 
My  (hepherd  will  flipply  my  need         •         -         -         -       62 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place              -           -  .          182 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft         •         -         .  -      274 

'My  foul,  repeat  his  praife         -         -         -         ,  .          226 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife         -          -          ,.  227 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone           -         -         .  .         ,  ^ 

My  fpirit  fmks  within  me,  Lord         -         -         ,  -       101 

My  truil  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend         -        -      ^  25 


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NO  fleep  nor  flumber  tcrllis  eyes         -  -         -         293 

Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  "          -         251 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true  -         -         251 

Now  be  my  heart  infpirM  to  fmg             -  -         -          106 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage         -  -         ~         '60 

Now  I'm  convinced  tlie  Lord  Is  kind          .  -         •       160 

Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear         -         -  -         -       151 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record         •  -          -          6« 

Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace  -            *           55 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God         .  ^        »         S^ 

Now  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid         -  -         -          145 

Now  to  the  great  and  facred  Three          -  -        -         333 

o. 

OALL  ye  natFons,  praife  the  Lord  -  -  25^ 
O  blefTcd  fouls  are  they  -  -  -  -  y^ 
O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  -  -  -  -  -  2  25• 
Of  juflice  and  of  grace  I  fing  -  -  -  -  218 
O  fora  fhout  of  facred  joy  -----  109 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  -  -  -  127 
O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufncfs  -  -  -  21 
O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call  -  -  -  .  126 
O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs  -  .  -  205 
O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  -  -  ,  288 
O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  -  -.  -  80 
O  liow  I  love  thy  holy  law  -  -  -  .  264 
O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  -  -  -  -  20 
O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King  -  -  -  -  -  26 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrou?  great  -  -  27 
O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  -  -  -  369 
O  that  thy  ftatutes,  ev'ry  hour  -  -  -  ,  273 
O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry  .  •  -  134 
O  thou,  whofe  grace  andjuftice  reign  -  -  282 
O  thou,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  ►  -  -  129 
Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad  -  -  -  -  195 
Our  land,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife  -  -  ^6 
Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs  -  -  -  .  29.0 
O  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe         -        -  -         -         172: 


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PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 
Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  fhall  join 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 
Preferve  me,  LorJ,  in  time  of  need 

R. 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate 
Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 


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SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwclling  floods 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe 
See  what  a  living  (lone 
Shew  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive 
Shine,  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land 
Sing  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  dillant  lands 
Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay 
Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 
Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  is  the  work,  njy  God,  my  King 

T. 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days 
Th'  Almighty  leigns,  exalted  higli 
That  man  is  blcil  who  ftands  in  awe 
The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 
Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  Urength 
The  God  Jehovah  reigns         .         -         - 
The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth 
The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
The  God  of  our  falvation  hears 
The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory>  Lord 


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The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face          -  -         •         107 

The  Lord  appears  mj  helper  now          -  .          -         256 

The  Lord  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  -         -             323 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  -           -           212 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns        >         .         -  -         -         204 

The  Lord  my  ihepherd  is         .         -          -  -         -          63 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light         -         -  -          .          69 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  -           203 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  -          -           115 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  -         -          117 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King         -         -  -         -         227 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth      -        118 
The  man  is  ever  bleft         -         -  -         -         -         -       14 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee             -  -         -         139 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  -         -         99 

Think,  mighty  God,  enfeeble  man          -  -         -          193 

This  is  tlie  day  the  Lord  huth  made          -  -         -          258 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's          -  -         -         65 

Thoftart  my  portion,  O  my  God           -  -           -         262 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft         -  -          -           277 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the   Lord  -           -          247 

Through  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God           •  -          -            194 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord         -         -  "         "          94 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious   fields  -          -          116 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  -           -            98 

'Jhus  the  eternal  Father  fpake                   .  -           -          242 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fca          -  -          -       243 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord         -  •          -            267 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord           .          .  -          -           255 
Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord           ...          239 

'  Fis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  -         -            142 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice         -  -         -       169 

To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known         -  -         -          312 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son           -  -         -           332 

To  God  the  Father's  throne         -          -  -           •          333 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft           ...  234 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes           -  -          -         278I 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God          -         -  -         -          213 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light           -  -         -         261 

To  thee,  moft  holy,  and  moft  high            -  -         -         167 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe         «         -  -          "         5^ 

'Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God          *  -           -154 


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'Twas  from  thy  band,  my  God,  I  came  -          -         507 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night            -  -        -         136 

V. 

VAIN  man,  on  fooli/h  pleafirres  hent  -          -         «7S 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill         -         •  -         -       284 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Tfrael  fay          -  .         -          t88 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes         -         -  -         -         277 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 279 

w. 

WE  blefs  the  Lord  the  juft,  the  good  -         -         149 
We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore         -         -        49 

What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God       -         -  -         -         254 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  -         •          113 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong         -  -         -         42 

When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  -  -  240 
When  God  reftor'd  our  captiye  ftate         ...         285 

When  God  revcaPd  his  gra|i|^us  name  -         -         28S 

When  Ifr*el,  freed  from  Ph  jpoh's  hand  -         -          25^ 

When  Ifr'el  fms,  the  Lord  reproves         -  -         -         1 74 

When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand         -  -          -         310 

When  nian  grows  bold  in  fm           -          -  -         -         89 

When,  overwhelmed  with  grief       -          -  -         -          1 34 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  -           -          275 

When  the  Great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  -         -         31 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found          -         -  -         .           67 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find           .  -         -         292 

While  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal             -  -         -         77 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways         -  -         -         88 

Who  (hall  alcend  thy  heav'nly  place           .  .         .         ^^ 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill           -          -  .          -          ^9 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  -  -  -  206 
Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  -  -  -it 
Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay         -         -         .         -       17 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor          -'  -          -          114 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft         -  -         *        -     9^ 

Why  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far          -  •         •          32 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow              -  -         -       112 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook           -  -         .        ^f 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret        -  -        .         90 

Will  Cod  forever  call  us  off          -          -  -         -         164 


12  Table. 


Page. 

With  all  my  powVs  of  heart  and  tongue  -          -         304 

With  earned  longings  of  the  mind            -  -         -        ici 

With  my  whole  he^irt  I'll  raife  my  fong  -           .          ^o 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  -         -         271 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear           -  -         -         189 

With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  -          -          323 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God         -  -         -        338 

y. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne         -         -  -         -         333 

Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice           -  -         -         79 

Ye  iflands  of  the  northern  fea           -          -  -         -         213 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice         -         .  -         -         216 
Ye  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King              ...       249 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race           -         -  -         -          200 

Yefonsof  pride  that  hate  the  juft         -         -  -         -     115 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord          -  ,          .           248 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King         -         -  -         -       296 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join           -    Mf^^;        •  -         -         324 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  we        -  -        -         ipi 


THE 


PSALMS    OF    DAVID, 

IMITATED    IN    THE    LANGUAGE 

OF      THE 

NEW  TESTAMENT. 


Psalm  I.     Common  Metre. 

T/je  laay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

I   T)  LEST  is  tlic  man  wlio  fiiuns  the  place 
XJ     Where  finncrs  love  to  meet  ; 
"Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways. 
And  hates  the  IcofTer's  feat  : 

^  But  in  the  ftatutcs  of  the  Lord 
Lias  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  florms  and  blading  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  flate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profefHon  fhine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  cluflers  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  ; 

What  vain  deiigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  Jiway,  like  duil:, 
Or  chafF  before  the  ftorm. 
B 


14  Psalm  L 


Sinners  in  judgment  lliall  not  Hand 

Amongil  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chriil  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 

Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 
His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  j 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  Tinners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell, 

PsALiM   I.     Short  Metre. 

The  faint  happy ^  the/inner  7niferable, 

THE  man  is  ever  bleft 
Who  fhuns  the  fmners'  ways, 
Amongfl:  their  councils  never  ftands. 

Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place  : 

But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidfl  the  labours  of  the  day 

And  watches  of  the  ni^j^ht. 

He,  like  a  tree,  fhall  thrive. 

With  w^aters  near  the  root  : 
Frefli  as  the  leaf  his  name  fliall  live  ; 

His  w^orks  are  heavenly  fruit. 

Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 
Their  hopes  iliall  flee  like  erxipty  chafF 

Before  the  driving  wind. 

How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat. 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrid's  right  hand 

In  full  aiTembly  meet  ? 
;       He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  iinners  and  their  works  fliall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 


Psalm  1,  2,  15 


Psalm  L     Long  Metre, 

T/je  diffcretice  betzveen  the  righteous  mid  the  zi/icked, 

1  T  TAPPY  the  man,  vvhofe  cautious  feet 
JTJ.    Shun  the  broad  way  which  finners  go. 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  mect^ 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ilatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  tiic  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  his  wordv 

3  lie,  like  a  plant,  by  gentle  llre^.ms. 
Shall  flouriili  in  immortal  green  ; 

'And  heaven  will  fiiine  with  kindcft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  liands  begin. 

4  But  Tinners  find  their  counfels  croft  : 
As  chaff  before  the  tempcft  flies  ; 

*r    So  ihall  tiieir  hopes  be  blown  and  lod, 
"When  the  laft  trumpet  fjiakes  the  fides. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  fiand 

In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge,  with  ftern  command^ 

Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod  3 
I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road, 
And  dov/n  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 


PsALM   IL     Short  Metre. 

TranHated  according  to  the  divine  pattern, 
Acls  iv.  24,  life, 
Cbr'ijl  dyings  ^[ft^i^t  interceding^  afid  reigning. 
["l^yTAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 
J^^JL    Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feaSj 


t6  Psalm  2. 


Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fultilPd, 

When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jeius,  thine  holy  child. J 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage. 
And  Jews  with  one  accord. 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kins^s  aeree 
To  form  a  vain  deiign  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againil  his  Chriil  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne  : 

He  who  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  Gwn'd  him  for  his  Son. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high. 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads,. 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  He  aiks,  and  God  bellows 
A  large  inheritance  ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteil  ends 
His  kingdom  fliail  advance. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 
Mull:  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'^d  from  God. 


[Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 
And  worfliip  at  his  throne  j 


Psalm  2.  n 


With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  San* 


)     If  once  his  wrath  arifc, 
Ye  per  nil  on  the  place  ; 

Then  blefCcd  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 


Psalm  II.     Common  Metre, 

I   Xlf  T^^^  ^^^^  ^^^  nations  join  to  il.iy 
W      The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away. 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

'J,  The  Lord,  who  fits  above  the  (kies, 
Derides  their  rage  below. 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eye^^ 
And  flrikes  their  fpiriis  through, 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raiie  him  from  the  dead  j 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne. 
And  wide  his  kingdom  Ipread, 

4  <'  AH^  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utn.oll  Heathen  lands  : 
Thy  rod  of  iron  fliail  dellroy 
The  rebel  w^ho  withfiands." 

5  Ee  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth,. 

Obey  th*  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth,. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  V/ith  humble  love  addrcfs  his  throne  t 

For,  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  ihofc  aione,^ 
lo  on  his  grace  r^Iv, 


18  Psalm  % 


Psalm  IL      Long  Metre. 

Chriji^s  deaths  refurre6lion  and  afcenfion, 

1  ^J^THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  I 

V  V    ^^^^^  Romans, why  their  fwords  employ  I 
Againil:  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage. 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy. 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands/'  they  fay,, 
"  This  man  fhali  never  give  us  laws  :" 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away. 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs* 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls,. 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains^ 
And  ipeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made. 
On  Zion's  everlafting  hill  ; 

My  hand  fliall  bring  liim  from  the  dead. 
And  he  fliali  ftand  your  Sovereign  ftilL" 

5  [His  wondrous  rifmg  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
Tlie  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth^ 
*'  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afccnd,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand^ 
There  thou  ilialt  aik,  and  I  beitow 
The  utmoft  bounds  of  Heathen  land, 
To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  ihall  bow."] 

7  But  nations,  that  refift  his  grace. 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftroke  ; 
His  rod  fhall  crufh  his  foes  with  eafe. 
As  potter's  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones. 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lr^mb  } 


Psalm  2;3o  19 

Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crov/ns. 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he. grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown^ 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealouiy. 

10  His  ftorms  iball  drive  you  quick  to  hell  ( 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dull  ; 

Happy  tlie  fouls  that  know  him  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

Psalm   III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  ftppr^^ff^d  :    or,  God  our   defence 
from  fin  and  Satan. 

1  T\/TY  God,  haw  many  are  my  fears  ! 
xV-fi.    How  fall  my  foes  increafc  ! 
Conlpiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuadc 

There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 
And  all  my  fwelling  iins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  flrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  > 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilty 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [\  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lifl'ning  ear  ; 
I  caird  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  flumbers  on  mine  eyes^ 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  j 


m  Psalm  3, 


I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repofe.J 

What  though  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell 

All  arni*d  auainft  me  flood  ! 
Terrors  no  more  fhall  ihake  my  foul  > 

My  refuge  is  my  God. 

Arlfe,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace^ 

Willie  I  thy  glory  fmg  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth> 

And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  ; 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Bkflings  attend  thy  people  here. 

And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 


Psalm  III.   i — 5.  Long  Metre.. 

A  Morning  Ffahu 

OLORD,  how  many  are  my  foes. 
In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood.!! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe. 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day,. 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'hing  cry  : 
Thou  lieard'il  when  I  began  to  pray,. 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh.. 

Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid,. 

I  laid  me  down  and  11  ept  fecure  : 

Not  death  fiiould  make  my  heart  afraid^. 

Though  I  fliould  wake  and  rife  no  more*. 

But  God  fullain*d  me  ail  the  night  j. 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light. 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  focj 


^S?- 


Psalm  4.  21 


Psalm  IV»  1,2,3,5,6,7.  Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  ;  or^  God  our  portion,  and  Chrijl  our 

hope. 
I   f\  GOD  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 

V^  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 

Thou  haft  enlarged  me  in  diftrefs. 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

c  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try- 
To  turn  my  glory  into  (liame  : 
How  long  will  fcofFers  love  to  lie. 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  f\inw 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 
He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obed'ent  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone. 
And  glory  in  his  pardoning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay. 
Who  will  bejiowfome  earthly  good  ? 

But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  j 
Our  fouls  deiire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  favour  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn  and  all  their  wine. 

Psalm  IV.  3,4,5,8.  Coinmon  Metre, 

An  Evening  PjTilm, 


-L 


ORD5  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ^ 
I  am  forQver  thine, 


22  Psalm  4,  5. 


I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day. 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 
s  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head. 

From  cares  and  bus*nefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converiing  on  rny  bed 

With  aiy  own  heart  and  thee* 
3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facriiice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

^  4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peacc^ 
ril  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 
Thy  Hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  llumbers  keep. 

PsALM  V-     Common  Metre. 

For  the  LortTs-day  morning, 

1  T     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  iliak  hear 
J.   i    My  voice  afcending  high  : 

To  thee  will  I  dired  my  pray'r. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Chrift  is  gonCj 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prcfenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  Gcxl,  before  whofe  fight  / 

The  wicked  lliali  not  ftaiid  : 

Sinners  Ihall  ne*er  be  thy  delight. 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort. 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court^. 
And  worfaip  m  thy  fear.. 


Psalm  5,  6.  23 


5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  right'oufnefs ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  ilraight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign. 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

}•  Lord,  crulh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft. 
And  all  his  plots  deflroy  ; 
While  thofe,  who  in  thy  mercy  truft. 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men,  who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
Witii  favour  as  a  iliield. 

Psalm  VL     Common  Metre, 

Complaint  in  ft  chiefs  :  or,  difeofes  healed. 

1  'I'N  anger.  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 
J^    Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorra  ; 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 

Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  fie(h  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  ; 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries. 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs. 
Till  the  ilow  morning  rife. 


24  Psalm  6, 


4  Shall  I  be  flill  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eyes  confum*d  with  grief  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak  j  * 

He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
But  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

Psalm  VI.     Long  Metre. 

TejnptJitions  infickyicfi  overcome, 

I   T     ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes 

\  J    When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaflife  j 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear  ; 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

c  Pity  my  languiihing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  which  I  feel  ; 

-    The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heat ! 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night. 
My  bed  is  watered  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
Hov^  long.  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  fliall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  ihall  1  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefli  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 


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Psalm  6,  7.  25 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts,  depart  ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm  VI L     Common  Metre. 

God's  care  cf  his  people^  and  punijhmcnt  of  perfccutors* 

1  TV /TY  truft  IS  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
XVA    My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 

From  thofc  who  fcek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear. 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft,  ♦ 

Or  once  abub'd  my  foe, 
Tlien  let  him  tread  my  life  to  duR, 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
1  fliould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand. 

Their  pride  and  powV  control  ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

6  [Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  duft : 
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26  Psalm  7,  8. 


Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  rein^. 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
His  fliarpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit. 

But  there  themfelves  are  call  ; 
;My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  iaft.J 

9  That  cruel,  perfecuting  race 

Mull  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juflice  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  VIIL     Short  Metre. 

Gcd^s  fovereignty  and  goodnefs  ;    aiid  mart's  domitiion 
*     ever  the  creatures^ 

1  /"^  LORD,  our  heav'nly  King, 
\^    Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread. 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  Ciine  : 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes. 

And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies  : 

2       When  I  furvey  the  ftars. 
And  all  their  (hining  forms. 
Lord,  what  is  m.an,  that  worthkfs  thing, 
A-kin  to  dufl  and  worms  ! 

4       Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man. 
That  thou  fliould'ft  love  him  fo  ! 


Psalm  8.  27 


Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  belowr. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head. 
While  beafts  like  flaves  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings. 
And  fifli  that  cleave  the  Tea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wondrous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  fucklings,  tl\ou  can  11  draw 

Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  flrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'niy  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  tlic  earth  are  fprcad. 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  ihine."] 

Psalm  VIII.     Common  Metre. 

ChnJTs  condcfcerjlzn  and  glorification  ;    or^  God  made  mart, 

1  /^  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
V^    Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high. 

The  moon  which  rules  the  ni^^-ht. 
And  flars  that  well  adorn  the  fky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light  : 

3  Lord,  what  is  man  or  all  his  race. 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  ihould'fl  yifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ! 


28  Psalm  8. 


4  That  thine  eternal  Son  ihould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form. 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are. 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ! 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown. 

And  men  would  not  adore, 

Th'  obedient  feas  and  fifties  own 

His  Godhead  and  his  pow^r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 

And  fi{h,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  (hoals  to  Peter's  net> 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leiTer  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  fleflily  cloud ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God>] 

8  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majefty 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  be  his  honours  founded  high, 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

is  thine  exalted  name  ; 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  flate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

Psalm  VIIL  ver.  1,2.  ParaphraJecL 

Firjl  part.    Long  Metre. 
The  hofanna  of  the  children  ;  or^  infants  praifing  God»^ 

I       A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  fides, 

jt\  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread ; 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  hcav'ns-  thy  hands  have  made.. 


Psalm  8> 29 

2  To  tSee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honour  raife  ; 

And  babes,  with  uninftrucled  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  aflifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground  ; 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage. 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  j 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong. 
And  young  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  ulent  in  their  breads 
While  Jcwifli  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

PsALM  VIII.  ver.  3,  &c.  ParapkraJecL 

Second  part.   Long  Metre. 
Adam  andClwi^^  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation, 

1  T     ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firfl  ? 
1   J   Adam  the  offspring  of  the  duft  ! 

That  thou  ihould'fl  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ! 

2  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifhes  at  his  feet ! 

3  But  O  1  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  date  !. 
What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn,. 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  !. 

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30 Psalm  8,  9. 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  f 
See  him  in  duft  among  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fm  : 
But  he  ihall  reign  with  pow'r  divine  t 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,,  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

Psalm  IX.      Fh ft  Part. 

Wrath  and  inercj  from  the  judgment-feat. 

1  \  \  TITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong,  ■ 

\y        Thy  wonders  ril proclaim  ;  ■ 

Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  fliame. 

2  ril  Sng  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs. 
And  make  his  vengeance  knov/n. 

3  Then  ihall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ? 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men,  who  know  thy  name,  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  thejuft. 
Who  humbly  fought  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord,. 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill. 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word,^. 
And  doth  his-  grace  fulfil. 


Psalm  9-  31 


PsALPvi  IX.  ver.  12.     Second  Part. 

The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence, 

1  'W  THEN  the  great  Judge,  fupremc  and  juft, 

W       Shall  once  inquire  for  biood  ; 
The  humble  fouls,  who  mourn  in  duft^ 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife ; 
In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fliallfall,  with  heedlcfs  feet^ 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ;. 
And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  had  fpread, 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
When  men  of  mlfchiefare  deftroy'd. 
The  fnare  muft  be  their  own. 

Pause. 

5  The  wicked  {hall  fink  down  to  hell  ^ 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought^ 

And  wait,  and  long  complain. 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  (hair  their  hopes  be  vain. 

7  [Rife,,great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat5 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet. 
And  man  prevail  no  more, 


32 Psalm  9,  10, 

8  Thy  thunder  (hall  affright  the  proud. 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain. 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men,] 

Psalm  X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayers  heard^  and  faints  faved  ;  or ^  pride ^  atheifmy 
and  cpprcjfion  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation-day. 

1  "^T  THY  doth  the  Lord  (land  off  fo  far  ? 

VV       ^"<^  why  conceal  his  face. 
When  great  calamities  appear. 
And  times  of  deep  difirefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride,. 
And  Hill  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight. 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boafl  in  their  exalted  height. 
That  they  fhall  fail  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  i 

Attend  our  humble  cry  j 
No  enemy  (hall  dare  to  Hand 
When  God  afcends  on  high* 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay,  with  foolifh  pride, 

The  God  of  heanj^n  ivill  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion^s  fide  ? 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  \ 

And  pow'rfulis  thine  hand, 


Psalm  10,  11>  33 

As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword. 
And  periili'd  from  thy  hnd. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray. 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 
Hearken  to  what  thy  children  fay. 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs  j 

No  more  defpife  the  jufl ; 
And  mighty  Unners  fhall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duih 

Psalm  XI.     I-ong  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous^  and  hates  the  wicked* 

1  l\/rY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
XVX     Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
i'/y,  like  a  ti?n*roiis^  trembling  dove^ 

To  di/iatrt  ivocds  or  nmmtains  Jiy  i 

2  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  onr  peace) 
And  violence  make  juuice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne  f 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eyelids  fearch  our  ipirits  through. 

4  If  he  afHicls  his  faints  fo  far. 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace. 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrefTors  fear  ! 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  iliall  r:iin 
Tempeifs  of  brimftone,  lire  and  death. 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  liis  angry  breath. 


34  Psalm  11,  12> 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  adions  are  fincere. 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

Psalm  XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  faints*  fa/ety  and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or^ftns  of  the 
tongue  complained  of  viz.  hlafphemy ^falfehood^  hz* 

1  T     ORD,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 
JL-i  Virtue  and  truth  will  See  away  \ 
A  faithful  man  among  us  here 

Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  v,/hole  difcourfe,  when  neighbours  meet, 
Is  fiird  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  j 

Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit. 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  21f/  j%all  our  words  he  free  ^  they  cry. 
Our  tongues  jhall  he  control* d  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord  will  afh  us  why  f 
Or  fay  our  lips  are  net  our  own  ? 

5  The  Lord,  w^ho  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd. 
And  hears  th'  oppreffor's  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fliall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try*d, 
Void  of  deceit  fliall  llill  appear  ; 

Not  iilver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  ihines  fo  clean 


Psalm  12.  35 


7  Thy  grace  fhall,  in  the  darkeft  hour, 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
Though  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r. 
On  ev'ry  fide  will  finners  fwarm. 

Psalm  XII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or^  the 
proniife  andjigns  of  ChrijFs  coming  to  judgment. 

1  "I"  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  \ 
X*i    Religion  lofes  ground  ! 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 

Yet  acl  the  flatt'rer'^  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak. 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie. 

How  is  their  fury  fliir'd  1 
Are  7iot  our  lips  our  oivn^  they  cry. 
And  ivho  fhull  be  our  Lord  ? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide. 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride. 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 
Pause, 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound. 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold. 
When  faith  is  hardly»4*o  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

€  Is  not  thy  chariot  hafl'ning  on  ? 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign? 
IMay  we  liot  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promifc  fo  divine  ? 


3^6 Ps^j!M_12,  13. 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife. 

And  make  opprefTors  flee  ; 
I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprifc. 
And  fet  my  lervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd. 

Through  ages  {hall  endure  : 
The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

Psalm  XIIL     Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under  defertion  ;    or^   hope  in 
darknefs* 

1  T  T  O W  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain, 
X  J.  Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Canft  thou  thy  face  forever  hide. 

And  I  IHll  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 

2  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot. 

As  one  whom  thou  regardeft  not  ? 
Still  (hall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourn  ? 
And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  fhall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe. 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Before  my  death  conclur.  3  my  grief ; 
If  thou  withhold*!!:  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  fleep  in  everlafting  ni::5ht. 

5  How  will  the  pnw'rs  of  darknefs  boaft. 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ! 

But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace, 
And  fliall  again  behold  thy  face. 


Psalm  13-  37 


Whatever  my  fears  or  foes  fugged, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  fhall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 


Psalm  XIII.     Common  Metre, 

Cojjiplaint  under  temptations  of  the  devil, 

I    TJOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
17a  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fliall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

1  How  long  fliall  my  poor  laboring  foul 
W^reftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts  ; 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes. 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  be  thou  my  fliield  ; 

My  foul  in  f\fety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'J 
In  death's  eternal  flecp. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  ? 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay  ! 

6  But  they  fliall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 
He  knovv'S  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
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38 Psalm  13,  14, 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife. 
And  vicl*ry  fhall  be  fung. 

Psalm  XIV.  Firjt  Part.  Com.  Met. 

By  nature  all  7nen  are  ftnners, 

X  TT'OOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
r     "  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
*'  There  is.  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

Looked  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 

Their  praclice  all  the  fame  : 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand. 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  j 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe  ; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
Nor  knov.^  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fm  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


Psalm  14,  15.  39 


Psalm  XIV.  2/  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  folly  of  perfecutors, 

1  A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfslefs  grown, 
J^^  Tliat  they  the  faints  devour  j 
And  never  worlliip  at  thy  throne. 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife. 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fiiaiue. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 

'  And  yet  our  foes  deride. 
That  we  fliould  make  thy  name  our  truft : 
Great  God  1  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come, 

To  finifli  our  dillrefs ! 
When  God  (hall  bring  his  children  home. 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

Psalm  XV.     Common  Metre. 

CbaraBers  cf  a  faint  ;  or^  a  citizen  of  Zion  :  cr^  the 
qualifications  of  a  Cbriftian, 

1  TTTHO  fliall  Inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways. 

And  works  with  righteous  hands. 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promifes. 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart. 

Nor  ilanders  with  his  tongue  > 


40  Psalm  15, 


Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report. 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns. 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe. 

And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
This  man  fliall  dv/ell  with  God  on  earth. 
And  fmd  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PsALM  XV.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  jujlice,  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or^  duties  to 
God  and  man  :.  oi\  the  qualifications  of  a  Chri/iian, 

1  "^^T-^^^  ^^^^^^  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

V  V      Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now. 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  j 
No  liciaders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  Rate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honoured  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears. 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

^  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 
And  mourns  that  juilice  fliould  be  fold  ; 


Psalm  15,  16. 41 

While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor. 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.J 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame, 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifli  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done. 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 
And  dwell  forever.  Lord,  with  thee. 

Psalm  XVL   ift  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Confejjion  of  our  poverty^  and  faints  the  be  ft  company  / 
<?/",  good  works  profit  men^  not  God. 

1  T) RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
Jl      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 

My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft. 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bleft. 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap- 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  j 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicefl  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth. 
To  give  a  relilh  to  their  wine  5 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divin^e^  - 

D  2 


42  Psalm  16. 


Psalm  XVI.   2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Chri/i*s  Jll-Suffidency. 

1  T  TOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife^ 
Jfj[  Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol  god  ^ 

I  will  not  taftc  their  facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  fbr  my  life  has  ofFer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  bed  beloved  Son.. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  ^ 
And,  be  his  name  forever  blefl, 
Who  gives  me  Aveet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  Hands  prepared 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife,. 
And  be  my  everlafling  guard. 

Psalm  XVI.  ^d Part.  Long  Metre, 

Courage  in  deaths  and  hope  cf  the  refurre^ioni 

1  "TTTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  flrong;^. 

VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  :. 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefli  fliall  red  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  headj 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  v^ilt  not  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead. 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave.. 

3  My  flefli  ihall  thy  firft  call  obey. 
Shake  off  the  du'ft  and  rife  on.  high  y. 
Then  fbalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  Iky. 


Psalm  16.  43 


4  lliere  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow. 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

Psalm  XVI.  i-8.  ijl  Part.  C.  Metre, 

Support  and  counfcl  from  God^  without  merits 

1  O  xWE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'i-)^  foe  : 
|,J     In  thee  my  truft  I  place. 
Though  all  the  good,  that  I  can  do. 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath. 

The  faints  may  profit  by*t  ; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth. 
The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hade. 

And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  ^ 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food  ; 

He  iills  my  daily  cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  1 

His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day. 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  : 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  fhall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 


44 Psalm  16,  17. 

'  ■      ~ —  '  " '  .  * 

Psalm  XVL  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  death  and  refurre^lion  of  Chr'i/i. 

1  "  "I"  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

J_  "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  fleih  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  '*  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

''  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give  ; 
Thy  prefence,  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord^ 

The  holy  David  fung. 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  evVy  faint  adores. 

Was  crucify'd  and  ilain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores ! 
Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  Ihall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.J 

PsALM  XVII.  ver.  13,  &c.  Short  M* 

Portion  of  faints  andfmners  ;  or,  hvpe  and  defpair  in  death.,. 
I      A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
jf^  And  make  the  wicked  flee  j 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifmg  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee». 


Psalm  17.  45 

2  Behold,  the  finner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance. 
And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  j 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance. 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  fliall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  Aand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Walh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  drav/  immortal  breath  ! 

Psalm  XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The Jinner* s  portion  and  thefamt^s  hope  ;  or^  the  heav* 
en  of feparate  fouls ^  and  the  rcfurreCflon, 

1  T     ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
f   J   My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 

\  hen  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know  ; 

*Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  fhares. 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 

I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 


46 Psalm  17,  18^^ 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  ffiovv  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fmcere  ; 
When  fliall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  \  O  bleft  abode  J 
I  {hall  be  near  and  hke  my  God ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  control 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefli  fhall  flumber  in  the  ground. 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

Psalm  XVIII.   i ft  Part.  Long  Met* 

Ver.  1 — 6,  15 — 18. 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or^  temptations  overcome* 

1  npiiEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

J[     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 

Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade,;    . 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe. 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell> 
While  I  was  hurry 'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs,  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  j 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  \ 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine* 


Psalm  i8.  47 

— . ^ .  — 4^ 

5  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief. 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  Ihone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke. 
The  blaft  of  his  ahnighty  breath  ; 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high. 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great ; 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  j 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  dill. 

In  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  forever  fliall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  liis  pow'r. 

Psalm  XVIII.  20-26. 2d  Part.  L.  M, 

.  Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded, 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  flncere, 
JL  J  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Befc^re  mine  eyes  I  fct  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
Fve  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or,  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  never  wiih  a  wicked  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  ftn  : 

4  That  fm  tl  at  clof::  befets  me  ftill, 

That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will  j 


48 •  Psalm  1 8. 

When  fiiall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  [With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward : 
The  kind  and  faithful  foul  fliall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay. 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  jufl  than  they : 
And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too.] 

Psalm  XVIIL  ylPart.  Long  Metre, 

Ver.  30,  3 1?  3^5  4^,  he. 
Rejoicing  in  God  ;  oryfalvation  and  triumph, 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or,  where' s  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might. 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And,  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight. 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fliield. 

3  He  lives  (and  bleffed  be  my  rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  : 
The  dark  deflgns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Fatlier's  name ; 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fliame, 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrifl  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 


Psalm  18.  49 


Psalm  XVIIL   ijl  Part.  Com,  Met. 

Vi6fory  and  triujnph  over  temporal  enemies. 

1  \)l  T^E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  ; 

VV      Now  is  thine  arm  reveaPd  : 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r. 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fliield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ;  ^ 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  fliines  in  arms. 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 

The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind. 

And  angels,  in  array, 
Li  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind. 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  jren'rals  for  the  field. 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill, 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield. 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fleel. 

7  [He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight. 

Though  there  his  name's  forgot  j 
(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 
E 


50 Psalm  18, 

8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft, 
For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs,  that  give  his  people  reft. 
Shall  of  his  care  partake,  j 

— ^ —  ^  ■ 

Psalm  XVIIL  2d  Part.  Com.  Met 

The  conqueror'* 5  fong,  ^ 

'O  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 


T 


The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors.  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail. 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafled  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow*rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
"While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield ; 

But  tliev  no  ihelter  found  i 

« 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry. 

And  periih  in  their  blood : 
"Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pov;*rfui  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  Rock  of  Ifr'el  ever  lives  ; 

His  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 
*Tis  his  ow^n  arm  the  vicl'ry  gives^ 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

6  On  kings  that  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  blefTings  down  ; 
Secures  their  honours  to  their  feed^ 
And  well  fupports  their  crown* 


B 


Psalm  19.  51 

Psalm  XIX.  ijl  Part.  Short  Metre. 

The  books  of  7iature  and  fcripturc. 
For  a  Lord's-Day  morning. 

EHOLD  the  lofry  iky 
Declares  its  maker,  God, 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

In  ev'ry  different  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
They  fhew  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

Ye  Chriftian  lands,  rejoice  ! 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ;  ,-:; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands. 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

His  laws  are  juft  and  pure  ; 
His  truth  without  deceit : 
His  promifes  forever  fure, 
And  his  resv.ards  are  great, 

[Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight  ; 
Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd. 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 


52  Psalm  19- 


8       While  of  thy  works  I  ling, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praile,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 

Psalm  XIX.  2d  Part.  Short  Metre. 

God's  word  mojl  excelknt ;    cr,  fjicerity  and  ivatch-' 

fiiJnefs, 

For  a  Lord's-Day  morning. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
J3  Begins  Iiis  glorious  way  ! 

His  beams  tiirough  all  tJie  nations  run. 
And  life  and  lis^ht  convev. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes. 
It  fpreads  diviner  light  ; 

It  calls  dead  fmners  from  their  tombs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfe£l  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  juil: ; 

Forever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  m.en  fecurcly  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  dire(ftions  giv'n  1 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n.. 
Pause. 
K       I  hear  thy  v.'ord  with  love, 
And  I  would  fun  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  abov^ 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ft  ray, 

6       O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  I 


Psalm  19.  53 


Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  woul4  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

Warn  me  of  every  fm  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults. 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad. 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 


Psalm  XIX.      Long  Metre, 

The  books  of  nature  and  offcnpture  compared  ;  <?r,  iJn 
glory  and  fuccefs  of  the  gofpcl, 

1  nr^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  \ 

X  In  ev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  fliines : 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights,  and  days,  thy  powV  confcfs  ^ 
But  the  bleil  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  Hand  :: 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touched  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land, 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpei  red 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  \\?,^  run  ; 
Till  Chrift  h^^.  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arifc, 

Bkfs  the  dark  world  with  hcav'nly  lightr 

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54  Psalm  19. 

> — _ — . , ^^ 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments#right. 

6  Thy  Tiobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

Psalm  XIX.      Particular  Metre. 

The  books  of  nature  andfcripiure, 
I  f^  REATGod,theheav'n'swell-order'dframe 
\jy  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  w^onder  fhine  t 
A  thoufand  fiarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  iklU  divine,. 

0.  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night,. 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Leclures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  y 
With  iilent  eloquence  t-hey  raife     . 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife. 

And  neither  found  nor  language  needl 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftru(flicns  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun,- 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dref^^. 
Breaks  from  the  cliambers  of  the  eai%  ^ 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice.^ 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker,  God  y 

Ail  nature  joins  to  fiiew  thy  praife* 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  Hiines  5. 
Fair  h  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 


Psalm  19,  20.  55 


Fa  u  s  E. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  j')y  thofe  leives  a^^ord 

To  fouls  beniv^hted  and  dLfcretl:  ! 

o 

Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubt Ful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  flray  ; 
Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft*. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  y 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tade, 
Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  pad:, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb*ring  eyes^ 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blciTed  gofpel.  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean. 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thv")ughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults. 

And  from  prefumptuous  uns  reftrain  i 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

Psalm  XX.      Lohq;  Metre. 

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Prayer  and  kope  of  'vidory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

1  T^T^W  may  the  God  of  powV  and  grace 
J^^    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifr'el  prays. 
And  brinc^s  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 


56  Psalm  20,  21- 


2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  (hields  or  brazen  walls  j 
He  from  his  fancluary  fends 
Succour  and  lirength,  when  Zlon  calls. 

•3  Well  he  remembers  all  ou^  {igns  5 
His  love  exceeds  our  befl:  deferts  y 
His  love  accepts  the  facrlScc 
Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts^ 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifr'el's  God 
Our  troops  fnall  lift  their  banners  up^ 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad, 

5  Some  trufl:  in  horfes  trained  for  war. 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafis  ;> 
Our  furefl  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts, 

6  [O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 

Our  foes  Ihall  fall  and  die  with  fhame. 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fliameful  flight. J 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  llavifh  fear  ^ 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  flrong. 
Till  thy  falvation  Ihali  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

Psalm  XXL   Com.  Metre.  Altered^ 

Our  CGuntry  the  care  of  Heaven* 

\   tr^%p^  land,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife 
\J  Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice  *, 
And,  bleil  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  hcav'n  their  cheerful  voice,. 


-PsALM  21.  57 


2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round. 

Has  4]oread  our  wondrous  name  ; 
And  our  fuccei'sful  actions  crown'J 
With  dignity  and  fame. 

3  Then  let  our  land  on  God  alone 

For  timely  aid  rely  ; 
His  mercy,  which  adorns  his  throne. 
Shall  all  our  wants  fupply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 
Thv  vensreful  arm  (hall  find  out  thofe 
Who  hate  all  jufl  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  doll  engage, 

Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom 
Shall,  like  a  fiery  os'eu's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  pow'r  declare, 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
"Whilit  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

Psalm  XXI.  ver.  i — 9.   Long  Met 

Cbriji  exalt cyI  to  the  kingdom. 

1  I  ^  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  hisflrength, 
jLi^    Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpeci.il  grace  j 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praiic. 

2  How  great  is  the  Mcfii  ih's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  hail  rais'd  his  kingdom  high^ 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 


58 Psalm  21,  22. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whatever  he  will. 
Nor  doth  the  lead  requefl  withhold  j 
Blelllngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftii]. 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  ten^iples  ihine  ; 
Bled  with  the  favour  of  thy  face. 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  (hall  find  out  all  his  foes  } 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals. 
So  fliall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

Psalm  XXII.  \Jt  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  1 — 16, 
The  fiijfenngs  and  death  of  Chriji. 

1  «  "^TTHY  ^?^s  my  God  my  luul  forfook, 

W     ''  Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ?*' 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifli  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifmg  faints, 
Yet  thou  can  ft  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufled  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
^    But  Fm  a  worm,  defpis'd  of  men^ 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  tlje  head,  they  pafs  me  by. 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
"  In  vain  he  irujis  in  God^'*  they  cry, 
"  ISegle^ed  and  forlorn  »^^ 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  fleili. 

By  thine  almighty  word  : 

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Psalm  22.  59 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft. 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  (land  threatening  round. 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  dillrefs. 
And  not  a  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Baihan,  fierce  and  ftrong. 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet. 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet. 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  h'^11, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  veil  ? 

10  My  God,  if  pnflible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  reiign  my  will  to  thee. 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  dlfFolves  with  pangs  unknown  j 

In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  dull  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up. 

And  trufl  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  flefli  (hall  reft  in  hopc^ 
And  rife  at  thy  command* 


60 Psalm  22. 

Psalm  XXII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  20,  2I5  27 — 31. 

Cbriji^s  Jlrff'e rings  and  k'mgdonu 

1  "  '^T^^'^^  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
1^    "  O  Lord,  protecl:  thy  Son  j 
*^  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
*'  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 
1  Thus  did  our  fuff'ring  Saviour  pray. 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicl'ry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfliip,  or  fliall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  mud  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  dauditers  and  for  fons. 

o 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  (hall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all,  that  feck  the  Lord,  fliall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  iiles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  nations,  yet  unborn,  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


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PsALM  XXII.      Long  Metre. 

Chriff^ s  fuffe rings  and  exaltation. 
OW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 


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Psalm  22,  23. 61 

When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fliook  their  heads,  and  laugh'd  in  fcorn  ; 

"  He  refcu*d  others  from  the  grave, 

"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  flive. 

"  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
''  God  was  his  lather  and  his  Friend  ; 
"  If  God  the  blcfTed  lov'd  him  fo. 
Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

Barbarous  people  !  cruel  pr lefts  1 

How  they  ftood  round  like  favage  beafts. 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 
And  humble  fmners  tafte  his  grace. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Lono-  Metre. 

o 

God  our  Jijepherd. 

Y  fiiephcrd  is  the  living  Lord  : 
Now  {hall  my  v/ants  be  well  fupply'd 
His  providence  and  holy  word, 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft  ; 
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62  Psalm  23, 


There  living  water  gently  flows. 
And  all  the  food's  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake, 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace. 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale. 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are. 

My  heart  and  hope  Ihall  never  fail. 
For  God  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidfl  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  ; 
Thy  ftafF  fupports  my  feeble  flepg. 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  liell 

.  Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine  ' 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well, 
With  living  bread,  and  cheerful  wine* 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 
*Tis  a  divine  anointing,  flied 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

S  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfehold  all  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  fcek  his  face  and  fing  his  praife.1 

Psalm  XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

I  "\ yTY  fliepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
JLyX  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pailures  freflx  he  makes  me  feed, 
Belide  the  living  ftream. 


Psalm  23.  63 


2  He  brings  my  wandVing  fpirit  back, 

When  1  forfake  his  ways  ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fiiades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  flay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  my  foes. 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows. 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fare  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
O  may  thine  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife. 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft. 


(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 


PsALM  XXIII.     Short  Metre. 

THE  Lord  mv  fhepherd  is, 
I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  wact  befide  t 

?Ie  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heav'nly  pailure  growa. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

If  e'er  I  go  afl:ray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim,. 


64  Psalm  23,  24. 


And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  vvay^ 
For  his  moil  holy  name. 

4  While  he  afFords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Though  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fliade^ 
My  fliepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  doft  my  table  fpread, 

My  cup  with  bieilings  overflows. 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ^ 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
-  Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

Psalm  XXIV.     Common  Metre, 

Dwelling  with  God* 

\   ^"Y^HE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's^ 
J[     With  Adam's  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

c  But  who  am  one:  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchlef  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife,  and  take 

The  blefiings  of  his  grace  ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thole  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  fouls'  immortal  pow'rs 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare  ; 
Lift  up  their  everlailing  doors. 
The  King  of  Glory's  near. 


Psalm  24. 65 

5  The  King  of  Glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
.    With  faints,  is  his  delight. 

Psalm  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  heaven  :  or^  Cbrijl^s  afcenfton, 

1  nr^HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

X  And  men,  and  worms, and  beads, and  birds  ^ 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas. 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high. 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 
Who  fhall  afcend  that  bleil  abode. 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean  j 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs. 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  iliall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight^ 
And  dwell  in  everlalling  light. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  fhining  worlds  on  hlgh^ 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh  1 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
Tiie  mighty  Lord  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'^nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay.^ 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conc^u'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwey. 

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66 Psalm  24,  25. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before^ 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door. 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

Psalm  XXV.   i/Z  P^r^.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  I — I  !• 
Wali'mg  fcr  pardon  and  diredion>. 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
j[    My  truft  is  in  his  name  : 

Let  not  my  foes  that  feck  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  Ihame, 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well^ 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare.. 

3  From  the  firll  dawning  light 
Till  the  dark  ev'^ning  rife, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace. 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ^  . 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days^ 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  jufl  and  kind  ; 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways  j 

And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 

The  methods  of  his  grace. 
^       For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  : 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 

Ihrough  my  Redeemer's  name. 


Psalm  25.  61 


Psalm  XXV.  2d  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  12,  14,  10,  13. 
Divine  Injirucfiou, 
I        "^"^  THERE  fliall  the  man  be  found, 
VV     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God  ;    _ 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found. 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  I 

1  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  {how. 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill. 

With  fuch  as  to  his  covenant  (Ifmd, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  fliall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  face  : 

Their  feed  fhall  tafte  the  promlfes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

Psalm  XXV.  '^dPart.  Short  Metre. 

Ver,  i^ — 22. 

Di/irefs  of  foul ;    or^  backjliding  and  defertion. 

JlVA  ^>*e  ever  to  the  Lord  \ 
I  love  to  plead  his  promifes. 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul. 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet  ^ 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 


B8 Psalm  25,  26. 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wandVing  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  wo  : 

My  fpirit  languiflies,  niy  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev*ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  paifl;, 
And  pardon  all  my  fms. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  hofls  of  hell ; 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  joirs 
Their  fury  with  deceit.- 

7  O  !  keep  my  foul  from  death. 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fliame, 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 

Of  Ifr'cl  it  fliall  ne'er  be  faid, 
"  He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

Psalm  XXVI.      Long  Metre, 

Self- examination  ;   or^  evidences  of  grace. 

I    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  wa-ys^ 
J    And'try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  ^ 

My  faith  upon  thy  prumife  ftays^ 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


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Psalm  26,  27,  69 

I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

Amon^  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
With  hands  well  wafli'd  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  (land  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 
The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  v»rorks  of  wonder  tell. 

Let  not  my  foul  be  joln'd  at  lad 
V/ith  men  of  treachery  and  blood. 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pail 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 


PsALM  XXVII.  iJlPart.  Com.  Met, 

Ver,  1 — 6. 
The  church  is   our  delight  and  fafeiy, 

1  'T^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

£      And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ilrength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  toes  can  do. 

2  One  .privilege  my  heart  dcfu'es  : 

O  !  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faintg. 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  fhall  I  oifer  my  requcds, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  Hill ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meifages  of  love. 
And  there  in(-[uire  thy  will. 


70 Psalm  27, 

4  When  troubles  rife  and  ftorms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide, 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around. 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  vidory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

Psalm  XXVIL  2d  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 
Frayer  and  hope,  ■ 

1  C"  OON  as  I  heard  my'Pather  fay, 
l3  "  ^^  cliildren,  feek  my  grace  j" 
My  heart  reply 'd  without  delay, 

"  ril  feek  my  Father's  face/' 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die. 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefli  had  dy'd  with  grief. 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 
To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief  j 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints. 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints. 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


Psalm  29,  30. 71 

Psalm  XXIX,     Long  Metre* 

Storm  a?id  thunder, 

1  fT^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
VJX  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r  j 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name. 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud. 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  Hghtnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  temped,  hail  and  wind 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice. 
And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife. 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  o'er  the  flood  j 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  forever  king : 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleil  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there,  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidil  the  raging  dorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

Psalm  XXX.  ijl  Part.  Long  Metre., 

Sicknsfs  healed^  andforrcw  removed^ 

X   T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
J[  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  , 


72  PSA-LM  30. 


Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his,  ^ 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  : 

Let  all  your  powTs  rejoice  and  blefs. 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ. 
The  morning-ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

Psalm  XXX.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre. ^ij 

Ver,  6. 

Healthy  Jicknefs,  and  recovery. 

1   "JT^IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
J^      And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be 'night  : 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleafure  and  peace  lliall  ne'er  depart." 

Q.  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong. 

Which  made  my  mountain  (land  fo  long  ; 

Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canfc  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

'•  Deep  in  the  duO:,  can  I  declare 

*'  Thy  truth,  or  fmg  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead ;" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt. 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  nov.^j 


Psalm  30,  31.  73 


I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground. 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro*  earth  and  heav'n^ 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiven. 

Psalm  XXXI.  i/i  Part.   Com.  Met. 

Ver.  5,  13—19,  22,  23. 
Deliverance  from  death, 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
A  My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 

Thou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  palTions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintained  a  doubtful  flrife, 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  ''  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cry'd, 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  duft  j" 
Thnu  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  Ihine, 
And  iave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake. 
For  Tm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

5  ['Twas  in  my  hafte  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  I  mud  defpair  and  die, 
^'  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes ;" 
But  thou  haft  heard  mv  cry.] 
G 


1^ P S ALM   31, 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty. 
And  trufl  thy  proniifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints. 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  lend  his  car  to  your  complaints. 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 


Psalm  XXXL  ad  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  7 — 13,  18 — 21. 
Deliverance  frcmjlander  and  reproach. 

1  1^^  /r Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
\SIjL  My  God,  my  help,  my  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  Ihame, 

Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cry'd  j 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans  ; 
*'  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
*'  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown  : 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seized  and  befct  me  round  ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  baft  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 


Psalm  31,  32. 7^ 

The  lying  lipSfto  filence  brought. 
And  made  their  boaftings  vain  ! 

Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide  ; 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs ; 

And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city,  walFd  and  barr'd, 

Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

Psalm  XXXII.     Short  Metre. 

Forgivenefs  of  ftn  upon  confcffton. 

O  BLESSED  fouls  are  they, 
Whofe  fins  are  covered  o'er  ! 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  ! 

They  mourn  their  follies  pad. 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit. 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound  ; 
Till  I  confefs'd  my  iins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 
Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


76 Psalm  32. 

Psalm  XXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  and  fincere.  obedience  ;  or,  confejjion  and 
forgivenefs. 

I   T  TAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
A  J.  No  more  imputes  his  fin  ; 
But  waili'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 
«  Happy,  beyond  exprelTion,  he 

AVhofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarged  ! 

3  His  ft'int  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fmcere, 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  1  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

Nu  quiet  could  I  lind  : 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

Ivly  fecret  fins  reveal'd  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
I'hy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  ihall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ilrength  and  ftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

Psalm  XXXII.  ijl  Part.  Long  Met. 

R-'psntarice  and  free  pardon  ;     &r,  jtift'ificahon  and  fancl'^catiaiu 

I   "O  LEST  "is  the  man,  forever  bleft, 

Whofe  gpilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 


Psalm  32.  77 


Wliofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd. 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Bleft  is  the  man,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  (ins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and^ines. 

Psalm  XXXIL  2d  Part.  Long  Met. 

-^  gui/ty  coyifcience  eafed  by  confefflon  and  pardon^ 
1   "^"YTHILE  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal 
VV     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart. 

What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel  I 

What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  ! 
1  I  fpread  my  fms  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 

Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 
3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul 

Make  fwift  addrefles  to  thy  feat :  ' 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 

There  Ihall  they  find  a  bletl  retreat. 
1^  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

Vv^hen  days  grow  dark,  and  florms  appear! 

And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
G2 


7  8  Psalm  33 


FsALM  XXXIII.  iftPart.  C.  Metre. 

Works  of  creation  and  providence, 
I   "O  EJOICE,  ye  righteous^  in  the  Lord,, 
jt\  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  wordy 
How  hoiy,  juft,  and  true  ! 

a  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  ea-rth  proclaim; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wifdom,  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 
And.  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  fliining  hods  were  made, 

4  He  bade  the. liquid  waters  flow- 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
The  flowing. feas  their  limits  know^. 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earthy. 

With  fear  before  him  fland  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth 3- 
And  refts  on  his  command, 

6  He  fcorns  the  angi^y  nations*  rage,- 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  : 
His  counfel  flands  through  ev'ry  age. 
And  in  full  glory  fiiines. 

Psalm  XXXllI.  xd  Part.  C.  Metre;. 

Creatures  vain^  and  Godall-fuficicnt; 
I  XJLEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Jt3  Hath  fixM  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  wordj. 
And  calls  thcix  tribes  his  Qvvn, 


Psalm  33,  79 


2  His  eye  with  infinite  furvey 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  y 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay. 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  ^ 
Nor  fpeedj  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fiv^e. 

4  Vain  is  the  (Irength  of  beads  or  men. 

To  hope  for  fafoty  thence  : 

But  holy  fouls  fro-m  God  obtain 

A  flrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear  and  God  their  truft. 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  y 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juil, 
Amongft  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice,. 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

Psalm  XXXIII.  ift  Part.  Partic.  M:. 

Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

3  "1L7"E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

X     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice  3: 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  v*^ays, 
His  work-s  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  jult  and  true  ! 

2  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodiiefs  proves  \ 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  > 


80  Psalm  33. 

How  wide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth ! 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  (larry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  feas, 
(Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place) 

In  the  vad:  florehoufe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage: 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands. 
But  his  eternal  counfel  ftands. 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

Psalm  XXXIII.  2d  Part.  Partic.  M. 

Creatures  vairiy  and  God  alUfiifficient, 

1  /^  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V^  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys. 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways  \ 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft. 

And  of  his  ftrength  their  champion  boaft  j 
In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  : 

In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 

Or  fpeed,  or  courage  of  an  horfe 
To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  com.palTion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford. 

When  death  or  dangers  threatening  ftand : 


Psalm  33,  34.  81 

Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft. 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trull. 
When  wars  or  famine  wafle  the  land.     ^ 

In  licknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  phyiician,  thou  our  fhield. 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  (hine  > 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 


Psalm  XXXIV.  ifi  Part.  LongxVIet. 

God's  care  of  the  f dints  ;  or^  ddlverancc  by  prayer, 

1  T     ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

JLj  "i'^iy  pvaife  fliall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  foul  Hull  gfory  in  thy  grace. 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  mc  j 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  : 

I  f(^ught  th*  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relii^f, 
And  caim'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  tlie  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heavenly  iliine  j 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  f:rve  the  Lord  : 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  trufl:  his  word  1 


82  Psalm  34. 


^  The  v^^ild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood ; 
But  none  Ihall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 

Psalm  XXXIV.  2d  Part.  LongMet. 

Ven  II — 22. 
Religious  education  ;  or^  injirudions  of  piety. 

1  y^Hildren,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
V^  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counfcls  of  my  tongue  ; 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reilrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  llander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againit 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Furdon  and  hope  his  love  imparts. 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  •, 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones  : 
They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

Psalm  XXXIV.  ijl  Part.  Com.  Met 

Ver.  I — 10. 
Prayer^  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverances. 
I   T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  : 
X  How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 


Psalm  34.  83 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Com^5  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fmner  cry'd ; 
-Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fliame. 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood. 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs. 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  cafe. 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

5  1^0  fmners !  come  and  tafte  his  love. 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways  ; 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
Th^  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.J 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ! 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  : 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is. 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft ! 

r 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famifli  in  the  wood  ; 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.3 


84  Psalm  34. 


Psalm  XXXIV,  2d  Part.  Cora.  Met, 

Ver.  II — 22. 

Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs, 
OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  j 


c 


And,  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

c  Depart  from  mifchief,  pra(5life  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  \ 
So  Ihall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry ; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft. 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tallc 

Are  fliarp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  who  faves  them  all  at  laft. 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead, 

But  God  fecures  his  own. 
Prevents  the  n^ifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 

0*er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  be  redeem'd  their  fo<uls. 


Psalm  35.  S5 


Psalm  XXXV.  \Jt  Part.  Com.  Me# 

Ver.  I — 9. 

grayer  and  faith  of  perfeciited faints  ;  or^  imprecations 

jiiixed  with  charity, 

NOW  plead  my  caufe.  Almighty  God, 
With  all  the  fons  of  ftrite^; 
And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood. 
Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear,  and  flop  their  way. 

Lift  thy  avenging  rod  ; 
Bat  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
"  I  am  thy  Saviour  God." 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet. 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fprcad  ; 
Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  tlic  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way. 

And  flippVy  be  their  ground ; 
Thy  v^rath  (hall  make  their  lives  a  prey. 
And  ail  their  rage  confound, 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind. 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell  j 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Amongft  that  impious  race, 
H 


86  Psalm  35. 


Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice. 
To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice. 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

Psalm  XXXV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  12 — 14. 

Love  to  enejnies  ;    or^  the  love  of   Chrijl  to  firmer s 
typifed  in  David, 

i   TOEHOLD  !  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
j3  That  holy  David  fhows  ; 
Hark,  hov^^  his  founding  bowels  move. 


g 


To  his  afilicVed  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  lick,  his  foul  complains. 

And  ieems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
The  fplrit  of  the  gofpel  reigns. 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fading  mortify 'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  *'rhey  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed> 

Yet  flill  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  blellings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears: 
While  linners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays. 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 


Psalm  35,  36.  87 

6  He,  the  true  David,  IfrVi's  king, 
Bleft  and  beloved  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels,  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

Psalm  XXXVI.  5—9.  Long  Met. 

l.'be  perfections  and  pro'vidence  of  God ;    or^  general 
providence  and  fpeclal  grace, 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  ! 
X  X    -^'^^y  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  : 
Thy  truth  fhalkbreak  through  ev*ry  cl0';d 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  tiieir  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  tiie  wonders  of  thy  hands  • 


Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  d( 


3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large. 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  fjiare  j 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  ail  our  hope  and  comfort  fpring.^ 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diflrefs 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  proviiions  of  thy  houfe 
We  (hail  be  fed  with  fweet  repail  j 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows. 
And  brings  ialvation  to  our  tafle. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


8^ PsAo^S  6 . 

Psalm  XXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Ver,  1,2, 5, 6, 7, 9.     Practical  atheifm  expofed  \  or^ 
the  being  and  attributes  of  God  ajferted* 

I  ■^'1  THILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
\  V     ^^'^  y^t  ^  God  they  own. 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays,. 

''  Their  thoughts  belie\?e  there's  none/' 

a  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 
(VFhate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
*'  God  hath  no  wrath  for  Aem  to  fear, 
"  Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace.'* 

3  What  ftrange  feif-fiatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes ! 

But  there's  a  hait'ning  hour, 
When  they  iliall  fee,  with  fore  furprife. 
The  terrors  of  thy  pov^^'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  fiiall  marntain  its  throne,. 

Though  mountains  melt  away ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown^ 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heavens'  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds. 
Where  time  and:  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  m.an  thy  goodrrefs  brings. 

Nor  overlooks  the  beail : 
Beneath  the  inadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

7  [From  thee,  when  creature  ftreams  run  low^ 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow^ 
And  railc  our  plcafures  high. 


Psalm  S6.  89 


8  Though  all  created  light  decay. 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

Psalm  XXXVI.   1—7,  Short  Met. 

Tbe  wickednefs  of  man^  and  the  majejly  of  God  \    or^ 
pradical  atheifm  expofed. 

I       *T^TIiEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
W     My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

3       [He  walks  a  while  conceai'd 
In  a  felf.flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveaFd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul. 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 
Wifdom  is  banijfh'd  from  his  foul,. 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed. 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hands,  and  head;^ 
To  pradife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ;. 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud. 
Shall  one  great  day  appear . 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky  y 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie^, 
•His  anger  burns  to  hell, 
H  2 


90 Psalm  36\  ST. 

7       How  excellent  his  love  ! 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  : 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings ! 

Psalm  XXXVII.  tji  FarL  Com.M.. 

Ver.   I— 1 5". 

The  cure  of  cn-vy y  fretfidnefs  and  unbelief  r  cr^  the' 
rewards  of  the  righteous  y  and  the  wkked  :  or^  lilos-' 
world's  hairedy  and  the  falnfs  paiieme, 

I  ~W  TKY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
yV     ^^  ^^^  ^"-^'^  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fmne;s,  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

%  As  fl3w'ry  gmfs  cut  down  at  ncon^^ 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades. 
So  ihall  their  glories  vanifii  foon 
In  everlalling^  Ciades- 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft> 

And  pra^ife  all  that's  good"; 
So  Ihall  I  dwell  among  the  jud. 
And  he'll  provide  me  food.. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit^ 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  fccP^ 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil.. 

J  Mine  innrK:ence  ihalt  thou  difplay. 
And  make  thy  judgments  known^ 
Fair  as  the  Hght  of  d^awning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

5  The  meek,  at  lall,  the  earth  poffefs. 

And  are  the  heir^  of  heav'\a  ~ 


Psalm  3'7. 91 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  lOuIs  are  giv'n. 

P  AU  S  E. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  wa/j 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence  fliouid  long  delay 
To  puaifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace. 

And  plor,  and.  ragCy  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword. 

Have  bent  the  murderous  bow. 
To  iiay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecuting  darts  ; 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

Psalm  XXXVII.  2d  Part.  Com.  M.^ 

Ver.  16,  21,  26 — 31. 
Charity  to  the  poor  ;    or,  religion  in  ivords  and  d'eeds^ 

I   '\\T^^  ^^  ^h^  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
^\        And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meancft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  fmner's  gold. 

2;  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friendsj 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  ; 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lendS;, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 


92 Psalm  37. 

3  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives. 
And  bleffed  is  his  feed. 

4  iHis  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane. 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learnM  of  God. 

5  Tiie  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  j 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word. 
His  feet  fliali  never  fiide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  ftand, 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhali  poflefs  the  promis'd  land. 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

Psalm  XXXVII.  ^d  Part.  Com.Al 

Ver.  23—37. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked^ 

t  1%  yTY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
i.Vi     ^re  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 
Though  they  fbould  fall,  they  rife  again  ^ 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  ft  ill. 

1  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways. 
Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace,. 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs. 
Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleffings  long  to  come^ 


Psalm  37,  38.  93 

— =— ■ —  "<•.■ 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men. 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  cafts  them  down.. 

Pause* 

5  The  haughty  fmner  have  I  feen, 

Noc  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tree,  fair  and  green. 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  io,  he  vanifti'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  root  nor  br inch,  nor  leaf  was  found. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  \ 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

Psalm  XXXVIII.    Common  Met. 

Gii'ilt   of  confcience   and  relief ;    or^  repentance  and 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

1  /%   MIDST  thy  u'rath  remember  lov€, 
X^     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  father's  chafl'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  hearty 

My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd  ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart. 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

iind  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear^ 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 


94 Psalm  38,  39, 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 

My  head  flill  bending  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore. 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
The  inward  anguiih  makes  me  roar. 
The  anguiih  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  deiire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear. 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope. 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry. 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pridc^ 
"VVhen  they  fupplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be. 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 
lo  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft^ 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafte. 

Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

Psalm  XXXIX.  ifi  Part  Com.  M. 

Ver.  1,2,3. 
Watchfulnefs  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  prudence  and  zeal* 
I   «TnHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
X      "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue. 


Psalm  39.  95 


"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day. 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel. 
Left  fcoffers  fliould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoiEng  fmners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

Psalm  XXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver,  4 — 7.     T/je  vanity  of  man  as  niortaL 

1  nr^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

J[       Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ! 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  vre  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fiiow. 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  \ 


96  Psalm  39. 


They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who. 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  fliouid  I  wifii  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  duft  ? 
They  make  our  expedations  vain. 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope. 

My  fond  delires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up. 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

Psalm  XXXIX.  ^d  Part.  Com.  M, 

Ver.  9 — 13. 

Sick'hed  devotion  ;    or^  pleadiiig  without  repin'mg^ 

1  ^^  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down^ 
\J^     Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne. 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord ; 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
ril  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand- 

3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 

"  Remove  thy  Iharp  rebukes  ;" 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies. 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufli'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand. 

We  moulder  to  the  duft ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  [This  mortal  life  decays  apace. 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke ! 


Psalm  39,  40,  97 

Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race. 
Are  vanity  and  fnioke.] 

6  Fm  but  a  fojourner  below. 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go. 
When  I  the  fummons  hear. 

7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while. 

Before  my  lafl  remove, 
Thy  praife  (hall  be  my  bufmefs  ftill. 
And  ril  declare  thy  love. 

Psalm  XL.   ijl  Part.    Com.  Metre,: 

Ver.  I,  2,  3,  5,  17. 

A  fong  of  deliverance  fro}n  great  dijlrefs. 

1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord  j 
J_     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  faw  m.c  rcrting  on  his  word. 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rai^'d  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay  ; 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land. 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  ril  fpread  his  v;orks  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  fliall  hear. 
And  fmners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  onlv  hope  and  fear* 

• 


98    Psalm  40. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 
Thy  mercies.  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough, 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

§  When  I'm  afflicled,  poor  and  low. 

And  light  and  peace  depart. 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  wo. 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

Psalm  XL.  2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Ver,  6 — 9.     The  incarnation  and  facrijice  of  Chriji* 

i  ^  I  ^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  *'  Your  work  is  vain, 
X       "  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er  \ 
*'  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more.^* 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here^ 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
^'  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
"  Thy  fervant  fhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  \ 
'^  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
''  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
A.nd  at  th'  appointed  time  aifumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal' d  his  Father's  grace. 

And  much  his   truth  he  fhew'd. 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoiifnefs, 
Where  great  affemblies  flood* 


Psalm  40. 99 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  linners'  cries. 
And,  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part. 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beads,  on  altars  died, 

Could  waih  the  confcicnce  clean  ; 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread. 

And  Satan's  kingdom  fnook ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed, 
The  ferpent's  liead  was  broke. 


PsALM  XL.     Long  Metre. 

Ver,  ^ — lo.     Chrijl  our  facnjicc» 

I'T^HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
i    Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  j 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

1  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  befoi*^  our  eyes 
An  all-fufiicient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
AlTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold,  I  come,"  (the  Saviour  cries. 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load  ^ 

*'  Of  fms,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 


100  Psalm  40,  41. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
*'  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
"  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  Iky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  lliall  defcend,  and  fliow 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 

^'  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 

*'  Thy  wifdom,  and  thy  righteoufnefs." 

Psalm  XLL   ver.  i,  2,  3.    Long  M 

Charity  io  the  poor  ;  or^  pity  to  the  aj/lided, 

1  TTJ  LEST  is  the  man,  whofe  bowels  move, 
J3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love. 

Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in't jie  time  of  gen'ral  grief. 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  foul  fli^ll  live  fecure  on  earth. 
With  fecret  bleilings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languiflr  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pro^iiounce  his  fms  forgiv'n, 
WStfave  him  with  a  healing  touch. 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  licav'n. 


Psalm  42,  101 

PsalmXLII.  ijl  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

Ver.  I — 5. 

Dsfertion   and  hope  ;    or^  complaint  of  abfence  from 

public  worjhip, 

1  "¥^7"ITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 

W      My  ^od,  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taile  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fliall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace. 

And  meet  my  God  again  I 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul. 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  control, 
"And  Where's  your  God  at  laft  ?** 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure,  now, 

I  think  on  ancient  days : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ?  ^ 

Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair. 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  ihall  yet  before  him  iland. 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PsALM  XLIL  6 — 1 1.  2d  Part.  L.  M. 

Melancholy  thoughts  reproved  ;  or^  hope  in  afflidion^ 
I   "T^/TY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
jSx  ^^^  ^  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
I  z 


102  Psalm  44- 


And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumult'ous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  j 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rifing  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love. 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  j 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  ihall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  ril  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet. 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heavenly  rock  ! 

''  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?*' 

5  ril  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  : 
Why  fliould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  reUef. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  ftiall  guide  me  ftill  ; 
Thy  word  ihall  my  beft  thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thine  holy  hill. 

My  fiod,  my  mod  exceeding  joy  I 

PsALM XLIV.  1,2,3,8,15-26.  cm" 

The  church's  eomplaint  in  perfetutien. 
I   T     ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
J_j  Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days, 
a  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here^ 
And  make  thy  gcfpel  known  ; 
Amoiigft  them  did  thine  arm  appearj 
Thy  light  and  glory  flionc. 


Psalm  44.  103 


3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day  j 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng: 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praiie  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz*d  with  fhame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme. 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  Heav'n  ; 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n  ; 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftruclive  breath. 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore. 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 

As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe. 
As  fheep,  for  flaughter  bound,  we  lie, 
By  Iharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  Ihauld  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd^ 
Or  baniih'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off. 

And  ftill  negle(5l  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicled  eyes  ? 

xo  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow^d. 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 


104  Psalm  44,  45. 


Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud. 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1   Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fliame. 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
"VVe  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name. 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

Psalm  XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrijl  ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpeU  and  the 
Gentile  church* 

1  "^/fY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
XVi  ^^^1  beauties  are  divine  ^ 

Thy  lips  with  bleflings  overflow. 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword. 

And  ride  in  majefty,  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes. 
Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ; 

While  jullice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  ; 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  (land  : 

And  thy  victorious  gofpel  proves 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without;  meafure  fhed 

His  Spirit,  hke  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 


Psalm  45.  105 

6  [Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen. 

Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire. 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  : 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

S       O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fvveeteft  thoughts  employ  ! 
Thy  children  (hall  his  honours  fmo; 
In  palaces  or  joy. 

Psalm  XLV.     Common  Metre. 

T/je  perfonal  glories  and  governinent  of  Curifi. 

1  T'l"!-  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  : 
J^    His  form  divinely  fair  ; 

None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  iips  is  ihed  : 
Thy  God  with  blelling?  infmite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince ! 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terrors  fliali  drike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  Hands  ; 

'fhy  word  of  grace  ihall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands j 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 


106  Psalm  45. 


5  Juflice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill. 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fiU 
With  inofl  peculiar  joys. 

Psalm  XL V.    ifl  Part.     Long  Met, 

The  glory  of  Chri/i^  and  power  of  bis  gofpeU 
I   l^yOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  ling 
X^    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

fl  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuperior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows. 
And  bleffings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ! 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  5 
CU'  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  Rands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juit  and  right, 
Juilice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head. 
And  wdth  his  facred  Spirit  bleft 

His  firll-born  Son  above  the  reft. 


Psalm  45,  46,  107 

Psalm  XLV.  2d  Part.  Long  Metres 

Chri/i:  and  his  church  ;  or^  the  m^ical  marriage, 

1  nr^HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

_!_     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  1 
He  comes  with  bleflings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen,   array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  5 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own. 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ^ 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  flate. 

4  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  : 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd. 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  fhalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies. 

And  all  thy  fons,  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we,  with  cheerful  fongs,  approve 
The  condefcenfioiis  of  his  love. 

PsALM  XLYL    ijl  Part.    Long  Met, 

T/js  cJyarch^s  fafety  and  triumph  among  national  defolations. 

I    /^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\^   When  fLorms  of  fliarp  diftreis  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints. 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 


108  Psalm  46 


2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  j 
Convulfions  iliake  the  folid  world. 

Our  faith  Ihall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  j 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide. 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  lliore 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling^tide^ 

4  There  is  a  flream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through. 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word. 
That  all  our  rasping:  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford. 

And  give  new  ilrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love. 
Secure  againil  a  threatening  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move. 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PsALM  XLVL  2d  Part.    Long  Met. 

God  fights  for  his  church, 

X   T     ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

B.  J  Tho*  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  \ 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice. 
The  nations  mieltj  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought. 
And  Jacob's  God  is  flill  our  aid  : 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought^ 
What  defolations  he  has  made  ! 


Psalm  46,  47.  109 

I  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars. 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

^  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Charcots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  j 
Keep  lilence  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  Q-lorv  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftiil,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  flill  my  throne  in  Zion  ftands.'* 

6  O  Lord  of  HoRs,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefcnce  dwell. 
Oar  faith  fliall  fit  fecure,  and  fmg 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

Psalm  XL VII.     Common  Metre. 

C/jr/j?  afcending  and  reigning, 

I    /^  FOR  a  (hout  of  facred  joy 
%^     To  God  the  fov 'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fmg. 

.1  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ! 
His  heav'nly  guards,  around. 
Attend  him  rifing  through  the  fl^y. 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  V\rhile  angels  fliout  and  praife  their  King, 
Let  m>ortals  learn  their  ftrains  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  j 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


110  Psalm  47,  48 


4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  > 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifr'el  ftood  his  ancient  throne. 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own^ 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known. 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords^ 
Submit  before  his  throne* 

Psalm  XLVIIL  ifi  Part.  Short  M. 

Ver.   I— 8i 
The  church  is  the  honour  andfafety  of  a  nation. 

1  [|^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God^ 

\^  And  let  his  praife  be  great  \ 
He  i-^akes  his  churches  his  abode. 
His  mod  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace. 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  placCj 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.") 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known^ 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  flioiiC 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there. 

In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind, 
1  hey  fled  with  hafly  fear. 

5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud, 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 


PSA'LM   48.  ill 


He  fends  his  tempeft,  roaring  loud. 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told. 
Our  eyes  have   often  feen. 

How  well  our  God  fecufes  the  fold 
Where  his  own  iheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair. 

We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

Psalm  XLVIII.  2d  Part.  Short  M. 

Ver.   10 — 14. 

57?^  beauty  of  the  church  ;  or^  2>lfpcl  loorjJjip  and  order, 
I       TT'AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

X?    The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 

Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

1       "With  joy  let  Judah  (land 
On  Zion's  chofen  hill. 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  c'.ty   where  we  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground. 
And  mark  the  building  well  ; 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfliip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows. 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  I 
How  glorious  to  behold  I 


112  Psalm  4a,  49. 

Beyond  the  poinp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6       The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fliy. 

PsALxM  XLIX.    iji  Part.   Com.  Met, 

Ver.  6 — 14. 

P?ide  a?id  death  -,    or,  the  canity  of  life  and  riches, 

1  *T'T7  HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

\'  %^     To  infolencc  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  w^ealtli  and  honours  flow 
With  every  rifmg  tide  ? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  was  born 
Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  bleffing  can't  be  fold. 

The  ranfom  is  too  high ; 
Jufiic^  v/ill  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold. 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutiih  and  the  wife. 

The  tirn'rous  and  the  brave, 
C)uit  their  poiTeffions,  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  fliall  ever  ftand  ; 


Psalm  49;  lia 


"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"  ril  give  it  to  my  land.'* 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lofl  ; 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 

His  name  is  written  in  the  duft. 

Where  his  own  carcafs  lies. 

Pause. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 

And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay. 
And  afl  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

If  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like    the  bead,  a  thoughtlefs  race> 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

ID  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 
Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  ileep. 
In  terror  and  defpair.] 

PsALM  XLIX.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.   14,15.         Death  and  the  refurrecllon. 

I   "^tT'E  ^ons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 
X     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death'  has  brought  you  down  to  duft.^ 
Your  pomp  fhali  rife  no  more. 

^  The  laft  great  day  fliall  change  the  fcene  ^ 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  (hall  the  juft  revive,  and  reiga 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  r 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
When  fep'rate  from  the  flefh ; 
K  2 


114  Psalm  49. 


And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave. 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

Heav'n  is  my  everlailing  home  : 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 

Bat  rU  repine  no  more. 


Psalm  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich /inner' s  death  ^  and  the  faint*  s  refurreBlon. 

I   ^'^T'l^^"  ^^  ^^^  proud  infult  the  poor, 
VV   ^"^  ^^^^  ^he  Large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 

1  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
"When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  \ 
That  fleih,  fo  dehcately  fed. 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  linner  dies. 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat ; 
The  faints  Ihall  in  the  morning  rife. 
And  find  th'  oppreffor  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exaks  the  juil: 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  iliall  my  life  reflore. 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode : 
My  ileHi  and  foul  ihaii  part  no  more. 
Bat  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 


Psalm  50.  11 


Psalm  L.  i — 6.  ifc  Part.  Com.  Met, 

The  laji  judgmsnt ;  or^  the  faints  rczuarded, 

1  ^  I  ^HE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

J[     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  ; 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weflern  fky. 

2  No  more  (hall  bold  blaiphemers  fay, 

"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay. 
To  impudence  and  iin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  (hall  come. 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm. 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Hcav*n  from  above  his  call  fliall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come. 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints,"  he  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"'And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  '^  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light;, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confcfs 
"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

Psalm  L.  2d  Part.     Common  Met. 


Ver.  8,  10,  II,  14,  15, 


J* 


Obedleiice  is  better  than  facrifice. 
I   'T^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  ^acious  Mds, 
i     "  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine  5 


116  Psalm  5G, 


"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  2L<k  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "^^  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fliall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

"  He  glorifies  me  beft  : 
"  And  thofe,  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte.'* 

Psalm  L.  ^d  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Ver.   I,  5,  8,  i6,  21,  22. 

*  The  Judgment   of  hypocrites, 

1  "C"^THEN  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend, 

W     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word, 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

*'  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  <'  Could  you  expecl  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  control  ? 


Psalm  50.  117 


"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"  With  anguiili  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider  ye,  that  iligjit  tlie  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
Tliere's  no  dcliv'rer  there. 

Psalm  L.     Long  Metre. 

Ihpocrify  cxpofed, 

1  '^f^HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  \ 

_|_     Let  liypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms. 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit  j 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame. 
And  footh  and  Batter  thofc  they  hate. 

3  They  v/atch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong. 
Yet  dare  to  feck  their  Maker's  face  ; 
I'hey  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue. 
But  break  his  laws,  abufc  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  Hft  their  hands  unclean, 
Defird  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  praclife  ev'ry  fm. 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay. 
They  grow  fecure  and  fm  the  more  !# 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they. 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour,  when  God  drav/s  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fliall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 


fl8  Psalm  50, 


Psalm  L.  ijl  Part.    Particular  Met. 

The  lajl  judgment. 
I    r  M  iHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
\      Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fprcad, 
Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead : 
No  more  fnall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  Behold  the  day  ! 

1  Behold  !   the  Judge  defcends  \  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  lire  attend  him  down  the  ik:y  : 
Heav'n,  eartli  and  hell_,  draw  near  ;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
But  gather  firft  my  f^rlnts  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrilice  in  blood. 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worihip,  or  the  new ; 
There's  no  diftin^lion  here  ;  come,  fpread  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  Ye  heavens,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  fmners  dread  to  hear  : 

Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  *, 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  ilain 
,Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 

Without  the  Hames  of  love  :  In  vain  the  ftore 

Of  brutal  oiPrings  that  were  mine  before  ; 

Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 

Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed^ 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  \  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 


PsALiM  50.  119 


Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charnn'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !   how  could'ft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 

"While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue. 
Thou  lov'il  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  j 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long- fuff 'ring  love  ; 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherilh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God,  the  righteous,  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  -,  my  thunders  roll. 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ; 

Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works  amend 5 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend,; 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PsALM  L.   2d  Part.    Particular  Met. 

The  lajl  judgme?it. 
t    r-  R  iHE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

fl      Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  9 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread. 
Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds  j  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  5 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  Behold  the  day ! 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh  j 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  (hall  adore  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 


120  Psalm  50. 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near :  Let  all  things  come, 
<«  To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 

<*  But  gather  firfl  my  faints,  (the  Judge  commands) 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diilant  lands.'* 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paffion ; 

And  Ihout,  ye  faints  !  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4  "  Behold  !  my  cov'nant  Hands  forever  good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

"  And  fv^n'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
"  That  paid  the  ancient  worHiip,  or  the  new," 
There's  no  diilindlion  here ;  join  all  your  voices. 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 

5  «  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread  their  throne*, 
<*  i\nd  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons  : 

««  Come,  my  redeem'd,  poliefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
"  Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward." 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paffion  ; 

And  fhout,  ye  faints  !  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause  the  first. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God  ; 

«  I  am  the  Judge  :  Ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
«  My  jufl  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
«  Thofe  awful  truths,  that  fmners  dread  to  hear." 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fliall  adore  him  : 
While  fmners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

'■   "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blaiphemer,  and  profane, 
"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain  ; 
"Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faints'  attire, 
«  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  lire." 

Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  cf  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
**  Do  I  condemn  thee  j  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
<*  Without  the  flames  of  love  :  In  vain  the  ftore 
t«  Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before." 

Earth  is  the  Lord's  ;  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 

While  fmners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  himK 


Psalm  50; m 

p  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 

"  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 

"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafls,  and  favage  breed, 

"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls  where  they  feed/'' 

All  is  the  Lord's,  h€  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 

Gives  finners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

10  "  Can  I  be  fiatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftick  vows  ? 
"  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veflments  to  behold, 
<*  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ?" 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  -,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause  the  Second. 

1 1  *<  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couldfl:  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
"  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 

"  While  with  my  grace  and  flatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
"  Tliou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong." 

Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  "In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  j 

"  Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends  : 
<<  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
«  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruclion  hates.'* 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  ;  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  loug-fufF'ring  love  ; 

*«  But  didft  thou  hope- that  I  fliould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
"  And  cheriih  fuch  an  impious  thought  v/ithin, 
<«  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?'* 

See,  God  appears,  all  nature  joins  t'  adore  him  ; 

Judgment  proceeds,  and  fniners  fall  before  him. 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  row  •,  my  thunders  roll, 
««  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 
<'  Now  like  a  lion  ihall  my  vengeance  tear 

"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near." 
Judgment  concludes  ;  hell  trembles;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 
L 


122  Psalm  50,  51. 


Epiphomema. 

is  "  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
**  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife : 
"Change   your   vain   thoughts,  your   crooked    works 

amend  ; 
"  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend^*' 

Then  join,  ye  faints,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paffion  ; 

When  Chrift  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Psalm  LL     ijt  Part.    Long  Metre- 

ji  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

t    O  HEW  pity.  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
1,^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  iinner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bounds 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wadi  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  ; 
Here  en  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pad  oiiences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  (hame  my  fins  confefs, 
Againfl:  thy  law,  againfi:  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath<» 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  jufi  in  death  : 
/\nd  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell. 

Thy  righteous  lav;  approves  it  well* 


Psalm  51, 123 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 

■\Vhofe  hope,  Hill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  pro  mile  there, 
Some  fare  fupport  againil  defpair. 

Psalm  LI.    2d  Part.     Long  Metre^ 

Original  and  actual  fin  confejfed, 

I   "I"     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fm  ; 
i  J   And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whole  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

1  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath. 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  \ 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 
But  we're  deSl'd  in  cv'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew. 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  j 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyffop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefl. 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea. 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  ilain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufiicient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  } 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me  io. 


124  Psalm  51. 


7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefli  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

Psalm  LI.     Zd  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  hackjllder  refiored  ;  or,  repentance  and  faith  in 
the  blood  of  Chrift. 

THOLT  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry. 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memVy  from  thy  book* 

Create  my  nature  pure  within. 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fm  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart,. 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  vxithout  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banifli'd  from  thy  fight  ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

Though  I  have  gricv'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
IL's  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft. 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down.  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  favc  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 


Psalm  51.  125 


7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fliall  learn  thy  fov*reign  grace  ^ 
Fil  lead  thera  to  my  Saviour's  blood. 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  ibng ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  flrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

PsaLxmLI.  3 — 13.  \Jl  Part.  Com.  M. 

Original  and  adualjtn  confejfed  and  pardoned, 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diHrefs 
£  ^     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace. 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should*ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell. 

And  crufli  my  fiefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well,, 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came. 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fhame. 
And  all  my  nature  fm.  ^ 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew  ^ 

A  jufirer  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ^ 
L  2' 


126  Psalm  51. 


O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart. 
And  fill  it  Vv^ith  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 


Psalm  LI.  2d  Part.    Common  Met. 

Ver.  14 — 17. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chriji, 

1  /^^  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
\_/     My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace. 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs. 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  ilain. 

For  fm  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  fliall  flill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefs*d  with  fin's  defer t. 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart,, 
is  our  beil  facrific^. 


Psalm  53.  127 


Psalm  LIII.  4 — 6.    Common  Met. 

Vidory  and  deliverance  from  perfecution, 

1  /%   RE  ali  the  foes  of  Zlon  fools, 
ji\^     Who  thus  devour  her  fdints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules. 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fliall  be  feiz'd  with  hd  furprife  j 

For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  Tons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  has  firfl:  defpis'd  their  hod, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Jacob,  with  all  the  tribes,  fliall  iing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

Psalm  LV.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  I — 8,  16,  17,  18,  22. 
Support  for  the  affll^ed  and  tempted  fouL 

1  /""^   GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
\_/     Behold  my  flovving  tears. 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife. 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life. 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load. 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  flrife. 
To  ihake  my  hope  in  God. 


128  Psalm  55, 


3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-ftrings  founds 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amonp-ft  the  ihades  of  death. 

o 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather 'd  dove. 

And  innocence  had  wings  5 
Vd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reillefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go. 

And  find  a  peaceful  home. 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow. 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all. 

To  Tcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call. 
Can  fave  me  h^re  as  well. 

Pause. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face. 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry : 
The  night  ihall  hear  me  afk  his  grace. 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fliall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fliield  me  when  afraid  j 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  call  my  burdens  on  Ae  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word. 
That  faints  ihall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain; 

My  lips  fliall  fpread  his  praife : 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 


Psalm  55,  56.  129 

Psalm  LV.  Ver.  15-17,19,22.  S.M. 

Dangerous  profperity  ;  or^  daily  devotion  encouraged. 

1  T     ET  Tinners  take  their  courfe, 
i_j   And  clioofe  the  road  to  death  ; 

But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
ril  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne. 
When  morning  brings  the  light  j 

I  feek  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  finners  periih  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  trull  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

ril  caft  my  burden  on  his  arm. 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  Ihall  well  fuflain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground,  on  which  their  fafety  (lands, 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 


Psalm  LVI.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  opprejjion  and  falfehcod  ;  or^  God's 

care  of  his  people^  in  anfiver  to  faiih  and  prayer, 
I   ^^~^  THOU  !  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
\^    And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe  \ 


130  Psalm  56, 


Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife. 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefli  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to'mlfchief  ftlll. 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  j 
Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muil  their  devices  Hand  ? 
O  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down. 
And  let  him  know  thv  hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affecl  his  ears  ; 
Thou  hail  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  fiee  ; 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky. 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me.  Lord, 

Thou  ihalt  receive  my  praife  ^ " 


Psalm  56,  57.  131 


rU  fing,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 

"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  !" 
10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death  ; 

O  fet  thy  prifoner  free  : 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath. 

May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

Psalm   LVII.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  for  proiedion^  grace^  and  truth, 

1  "\^Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
XVA  ^^  boundlefs  love  and  gr*ice  unknown  j 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 

Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  deiires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  Iky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  ftorm, 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  :  My  fong  fiiall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praifc, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  fmme. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns. 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoil  fey  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains. 
When  lower  worlds  diifolve  and  dici 
Q  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  povv'r  on  earth  be  known  abrodd, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  teli» 


132  Psalm  58 


Psalm  LVIII.     Particular  Metre. 

-    Warning  to  Maglflraies. 
I    TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

"When  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  Hands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor. 
And  let  rich  linners  'fcape  fecure. 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands  ? 

1  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew. 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 
To  bind  the  confcicnce  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue. 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftrong. 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  : 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  ftops  her  ears 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dufl ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempefl:  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  The  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky. 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diiTolve  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  perifli  in  their  llime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 


Psalm  58,  60: 133 

6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fuff^rings  well  repay/* 

Psalm  LX.  1-5,10-12.  Com.  Met. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  dtf appointments  in  iv.ar, 

1  T     ORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off  ? 
i.  J  Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indul2:e  immortal  WTath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  ftrength  away ; 
Like  men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  "  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

"  And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand ! 
"  Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
"  And  fave  the  finking  land." 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name ; 
Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  fhield. 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight. 

Like  a  confed'rate  God  ; 
Li  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  trobps  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thine  afTifting  hand  ; 
'Tis  God  that  treads  the  mighty  dov/r>. 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 
M 


134 Psalm  61,  62. 

PsALxM  LXI.  ver.  i-6.  Short  Metre. 

Safety  in  God, 

1  "¥"TTHEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

W     My  heart  within  me  dies  j 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief. 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head. 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fiielter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 
Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 

If  endlefs  life  be  tlieir  reward, 
I  fliall  pofTefs  the  fame. 


Psalm  LXII.  ver.  5 — 12.  Long  M. 

No  irujl  in  the  creatures  ;  or ^  faith  in  divine  grace 
and  power* 

1   Ti/I'Y  fpirlt  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

X  ▼-«-   -^^y  ^^^^  ^^^  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits. 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 
s  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 

Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  j 

"When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 

God  is  our  all-fufncient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree. 
The  bafcr  fort  are  vanUv  ; 


PsALiM  62,  63.  135 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  pulf  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increaiing  gold  your  truft. 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke. 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

*'  He  mud  be  fear*d  and  truiled  too." 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone^ 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lad  reward. 


PsalmLXIII.    iftPart.   Com,  Met 

Ver,  T,  2,  5,  3,  4,     The  morning  of  a  Lord'^-da'h 

1  "Y?  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
r  J  I  haile  to  feek  thy  face  : 

My  thirily  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand. 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  Ilream  at  hand, 
And  they  mud  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Through  all  thy  temple  fliine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  viiion  fo  divine  ! 

4  Not  all  the  blefungs  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well. 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
A*nd  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 


136  Psalm  63 


5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys. 
Can  my  beft  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

^  Thus,  till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
ril  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  rny  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  Jips  to  fing. 

Psalm  LXIII.   2d  Part.  Com.  Met< 

Ver.  6 — 10.     Midnight  thoughts  recolleded, 

1  T  I  ^'WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

X     I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  j 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  iight 
Amidil  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  ilefli  lay  refting  on  my  bed  ; 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope/'  I  faid. 

Bring  thy  falvation  nigh.'* 

3  j\Iy  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  hcav'jily  road  : 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftill. 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretchcs  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid  ; 
My  tongue  awakes  and  iings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  ftiali  forever  ceafc 
And  all  my  fms  be  flain. 


Psalm  63, 137^ 

6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death. 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
'^  In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 

Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

Psalm  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God  ;  or^  the  love  of  God  better  than  life^ 
I   /^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ^ 
VJF  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  j 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  bleft. 

4  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  I 
And  I  am  thiije  by  facred  ties; 
Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  uath  blood, 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  handiJ, 
For  thee  I  long,  tb  thee  I  look ; 

As  travellers,  in  thirity  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early^et  I  love  t'  appear 
xlmong  tltyftaints,  and  feek  thy  face  ^ 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there. 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov^reign  grace. 

Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taile. 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft. 
Or  raife  my  cheerful  pailions  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove. 
If  I  were  banifa'd  from  tiie  Lord. 
M  z 


138  Psalm  63, 


Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
Vv^lien  bufy  cares  aflli6l  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefliment  to  ray  bed. 
ril  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice. 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  fliall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Psalm  LXIIL     Short  Metre. 

Seeking  God. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 
My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  ; 
Not  travellers,  in  defart  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

Within  thy  churches.  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place  ;  |kf 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold. 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifti  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 

To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

To  thee  I  lift  my  hands. 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  5 
Not  tlie  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft  ^ 

Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  j 


Psalm  63,  65.  139 


I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies. 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings- 
My  foul  in  fkfety  keeps  : 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads^ 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

Psalm  LXV.  ijl  Part  Long  Metre. 

Ver.  I — 5.     Public  prayer  and praife. 

1  ^  I  ""HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

X     My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  : 
There  Ihall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee. 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whoie  mercy  bends  the  fkies 
To  fave,  when  humble  finners  pray  ; 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes. 
And  iflailfts  of  the  northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fliall  purge  away  their  ftain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  waih  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bled  is  the  man  whom  thou  ilialt  choofe. 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tade  thy  love  divinely  free. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  *, 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 


140  Psalm  6  5. 

When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror,  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

)  With  dreadful  glory,  God  fulfils 
What  his  afHicled  faints  requeft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 


Psalm  LXV.    2d  Part.    Long  Met. 

Ver.  5—13. 

Divine  providence  in  air^  earthy  andfea  ;  or^  the  God 

of  nature  and  grace, 

1  ^  I  ^HE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

_J_     The  groans  of  Zion  mix'd  with  tears  \ 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns. 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  fhines, 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends,  ^ 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends,  ^ 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known. 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fnore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace. 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves. 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 


Psalm  65.  141 


5  Whole  kingdoms,  fliaken  by  the  ftjrm. 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifli'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky. 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife. 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command,  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day  : 
Kg  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels. 
Over  the  tops  of  weltern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs. 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ftorcTs  on  high. 
He  gives  the  thirfly  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  deijfi-t  grows  a  fruitful  field  ; 
Abundant  food  tlie  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  ihout  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  thsir  joys. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array  ; 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle,  and  the  iamb. 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  iliine  : 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


142     Psalm  65. 

Psalm  LXV,   iji  Part.  Corn.  Metre. 

A  pra^er-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 
I  TTJ RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  j 
J7    There  iliall  our  vows  be  paid  : 
Thou  hafl:  an  ear  when  Tinners  pray, 
All  flelli  iliall  feek  thine  aid. 

a  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard/ning  grace  is  thine  : 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe. 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  v;hat  thy  church  requefls, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine. 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  f?iall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

Tlie  Lord  is  good  and  juft :        ^ 
And  diftant  iiiands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trull:. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens.  Lord, 

VvHien  figns  in  heav'n  appear ; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word. 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PsALM  LXV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  andfea  ;  or, 

the  hlejftng  of  rain. 
1  '^  I  TS  by  thy  fcrength  the  mountains  (land, 
i      God  of  eternal  pow'r  1 


Psalm  65.  143 


The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light  and  e»v'ning  fhade 

Succeffive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft:  glad. 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours. 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs. 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  Iky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around. 
With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleilings  ftill. 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

Psalm  LXV.   ^d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

Tbe  hlejfirigs  of  the  fpring  ;  or^  God  gives  rain. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 

1  g^  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  Ki;ig, 
\_"5r     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  y 
Vifits  the  paflures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high. 

Pour  out,  at  thy  command, 
Their  wat'ry  bleflings  from  the  Iky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring } 


1;44  Psalm  65,  66. 

The  vallies  rich  provilion  yield. 
And  the  poor  laborers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills,  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Rejoice  at  failing  fliow^rs  ; 
The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  all  their  pride. 
Perfume  the  air  with  fiow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promrfe  a  joyfpl  crop ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again. 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, ' 
And  ftiepherds  Ihout  thy  praife. 

Psalm  LXVL    ijl  Part.   Com.  Met. 

Governing  power  and  goodmfs  ;  or^  our  grace 
tried  by  affli6lions, 

I    O ING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
V^     Sing  with  a  joyful   noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record    * 
His  honours,  and  your  joys. 
1  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  fliakes  the  Iky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come,  fee  the  woncjers  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod. 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ^ 


Psalm  66.  145 


There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy. 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  reiiftlefs  might  j 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  ihine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals. 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 

We  march  at  thy  command  ; 
Led  to  pofiefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PsALM  LXVI.  2d  Part.    Com.  Met, 

Ver.  13 — ao.     Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer, 
1   T^JOW  fliall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
T  >J      To  that  Almighty  PowV, 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made  -; 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 
s.  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 
3  W^hen  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fellj 
I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell. 
And  death's  eternal  fliade. 
■:  '  ;N 


146  Psalm  66,  67. 


4  If  fin  lay  covered  in  my  heart, 

While  pray'r  employed  my  tongue, 
Tlie  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefl) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft. 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

Psalm  LXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  nation's  profperity^  and  the  church's  increafe, 

1  O  HINE.  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land, 
k3     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts. 

And  fliew  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  [Amidft  our  States,  exalted  high. 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire. 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  jQiall  thy  name,  from  Ihore  to  fliore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands. 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 
While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife. 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov 'reign  Judge, 

That  fits  enthroned  above. 
Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 


Psalm  67,  68.  147 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  her  Maker's  will. 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favours  here  j 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

Psalm  LXVIII.  iJlPart.  Long  Met. 

Ver.  1—6,  32—35. 
The  vengeance  and  companion  of  God. 

1  T     ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

i  J  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight. 
As  fmoke,  that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies. 
Before  the  rifing  tempefl  ilies. 

2  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Jjaftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  iky  ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fliarp  diftrefs  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain. 
And  prisoners  fee  the  light  again  ; 

But  rebels,  that  difpute  his  will,  .v^, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  flilL 


148  Psalm  68. 

Pause. 

6  .Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 

Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ; 
His  honours  ftiall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Isr'el  h  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleft ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft : 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Psalm  LXVIIL  2d  Part.  Long  Met* 

Ver.  17,  18. 
ChrijTs  afcsrfion  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  'I'     ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
^_j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  fiiy  : 
Ihofe  hea-rnly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots,  that  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  tliere  ; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bi*ight  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell. 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne. 
Me  fent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 

^^ith  gifts  and  grace  for  r^bei  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again^ 


Psalm  68.  149 


Psalm LXVIIL  3^Par^.  LongMet. 

Ver.  19,  9,  20 — 22. 

Praife  for  fe?nporal  bleffings  ;    or,  common  and  fpirit-* 
ual  mercies. 

1   WT^  ^^G^s  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 
VV    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food^ 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

t  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round. 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ^ 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath. 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 

He  helps  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  diff'rence  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent^s  head. 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  ihall  tread ; 

The  flubborn  finner's  hope  confound. 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lading  wounds 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fiiall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above^ 
There  ihall  they  tafle  his  fpecial  love^ 


150  Psalm  69.         ^^ 

PsalmLXIX.   i-i^.  ijl Part.  cm. 

Thefufferings  of  Ch rift  for  our  falvaiion. 
.1  «  C*  AVE  me,  O  God  ;  the  fwelling  floods 
1^     "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
"  I  fink,  and  forrovvs  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone  \ 

"  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  : 
*'  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyeSj. 
"  And  Ihorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt, 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law, 
"  Which  iinners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  Ihall  the  faints  rejoice,  and  find 

•■'  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  ihame. 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procured  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  «^  Amongfl  my  brethren  and  the  Jews, 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  ftood^ 


Psalm  6  9.  15.I 


"  And  bare  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortals*  flead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 
"  Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fadings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong ; 
"  But  God,  from  his  celeflial  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well-eftablifli'd  ground. 
12"  'Twas  in  a  moil  accepted  hour, 
*'My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And,  for  ray  fake,  my  God  ihall  hear 
"  The  dying  fmner's  cry.'' 

Psalm  LXIX.   2d  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  14 — 21,  26,  29,  32. 
The  pajfton  and  exaltation  of  Chriji, 

1  "T^TOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
X^     And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 
The  fuff'rings  of  our  great  High-Prieft, 

The  for  rows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  dlftrefs  ; 

How  high  the  waters  rife  !   ^ 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  Ihining  face  j 


152  PsALMj69^ 

"  Why  fhould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

f  "  With  rage  they  perfecutq  the  man 
"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
*'  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  fharp  infulting  flanders  add 
"Frefh  anguifli  to  my  pain. 

5  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 

1  "  I  lookM  for  pity,  but  in  vain  : 
"  My  kindred  are  my  grief  : 
"  I  a(k  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
•'  But  meet  Vv^ith  no  relief. 

\  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft  ; 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  : 
"  And,  fporting  v/ith  my  dying  groans, 
"They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

)  "  Shine  into  my  diftreffed  foul, 
"  Let  thy  compaflion  fave  ; 
"  And  though  my  fieih  fmk  down  to  deaths 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

;o  "I  {hall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
"  Shall  reigp  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
**  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
*^  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.'^ 


Psalm  69.  153 

PsALuLXlX.  ^d Part,  Com.  Metre. 

Chriji's  obedience  and  death  ;   or^  God  glorified.^  and 

Jtnners  faved, 
I   TT'ATHER  !  I  fing  thy  wondrous  gi*ace, 
r    I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name ; 
He  bought  flilvation  tor  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 
1  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais*d  us  high  ; 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finiih'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleaie  my  God, 
Than  hiirp  or  trumpet's  fjlemn  found, 
Than  goats*  or  bullocks'  blood. 

4  This  iiiall  his  humble  followers  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  red  ; 
f  hey  by  bis  death  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  forever  bleft. 
c;  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high. 

To  God  their  voices  raife. 
While  lands  and  feas  ailKl:  the  iky, 

And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 
6  Zion  is  thine,  moil  holy  God  ; 

Thy  Son  fh  ill  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood. 

For  thine  own  Ifr'el  waits. 

Psalm  LXIX.    iji  Part.   Long  Met. 

Cbrijl^s  pajfton  and /inner s^  fa  hat  Ion. 
I   "T^EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
JL/  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ^ 


154 Psalm  69, 

Behold  !  the  rifmg  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
Wliile  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death. 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curll  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufi 'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  fms  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O!  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  iinner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  fhali  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  ffiame. 

PsALM  LXIX,   2d  Part.   Long  Met. 

Ver.  7,  &c.       Chri/i^s  fufferings  and  %eal. 

1  *-T~^WAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

.1-     'i'''»y  Son  fuilain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace,  ? 

And  lliame  defil'd  his  facred  face.  ^^ 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  checked  their  fin  : 
M'hile  he  fulfilPd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  ["  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  vvorlhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then  fcatt'ring  ail  their  gold  and  brafs. 

He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 


Psalm  69,  71. 155 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  exposed  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  lland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong. ]| 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies. 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy*d  for  me. 

7  [Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones, 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there. 
And  mocked  his  thirll  with  vinegar.] 

8  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PsalmLXXI.  ly^Par^.  Com. Metre. 

Ver.  5 — 9.      The  aged  faint's  rejlec^ion  and  hope. 

1  1\  ^fY  Godj  my  everlafting  hope, 
X V X     I  live  upon  thy  trut^h  : 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  ail  my  youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  : 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour^ 
I've  b?en  entirely  thine* ' 


156  Psalm  71. 


3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen,  ; 

Repeated  ev'ry  year : 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fliine,     ,, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age. 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page. 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

Psalm  LXXL  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre- 

Ver.  15,  14,  16,23,  22,24. 
Chrtji  our  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  * 
Almighty  Friend, 
thy  praife, 
growing  numbers  end. 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

3  Thou  art  my  everlaftingtrufV, 
Thy  gooclnefs  I  adore ! 
And  fmce  I  knew  thy  graces  firft^ 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more.  ^ 

3  My  feet  {hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celefiial  road. 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftretigthj 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fdl'd  with  fore  diflrefs 

For  fc  m  e  fua:pr i fi  r.  g  fi  n , 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufneJi, 
And  mention  none  but  thine-. 


t  "?k  /I'Y  Saviour,  my 
iVl  When  I  begin 
Where  will  the  growi 


Psalm  71.  157 


5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicl^ries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeemed  from  lin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  ling. 

6  [My  tongue  fliall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  j 

With  this  delightful  fong 
rll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours. 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

PsALM  LXXL  ^d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  17 — 21. 

The  aged  Chrijiian^s  prayer  and  fong ;   or^  old  age^ 
deaths  and  the  refurre6lion> 

I   f^  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
VJT     The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  thy  heav'nly  truth. 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

£  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs. 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuftain  my  finking  years, 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  lliall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  iilence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  \ 
Q 


158  Psalm  71,  72. 


O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore. 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

T\\Y  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  duft. 

My  flefh  fliall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  truft, 
To  raife  them  flrong  arid  fair. 

Psalm  LXXII.  ijl  Part.  Long  Met. 

Tbe  kingdom  of  Chri/i, 

1  £^  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
%^J^  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey. 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 

Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becom^es  his  hands. 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands ; 
His  juftice  lliall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pcw'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreflbr  in  the  duft  : 


Psalm  7  2. 1^ 

His  worfhip  and  his  fear  (hall  laft, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pafto 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mowm. 
So  Ihall  he  fend  his  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like^'heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  fliades  of  overfpreading  death, 

^Revive  at  his  firft  dawulng  hght, 
And  defarts  bloifom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fliall  llourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  pralfe  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Psalm  LXXII.  2d  Part.  Long  Met 

Chnfi^s  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  TESUS  ihall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fuccefUve  journies  run  : 

His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fliore  to  ihoxQ^ 
Till  moons  fliall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  [Behold  !  the  iilands,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  befl  tribute  brings  : 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  fhines  in  Eaflern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word^ 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  him  ihall  endiefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  iliall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 


160 Psalm  72,  73, 

5  People,  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong ; 
And  infant  voices  fliall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  j 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again. 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  amen.] 


Psalm  LXXIII.  iJiPart.  Com.  Met. 

jijjliacd faints  happy ^  and  profperous  ftnners  curfed. 

1  Tk|OW  Vm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
{_%■      To  men  of  heart  fincere. 

Yet  once  my  fooHfli  thoughts  repin'd 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive. 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  ileep  ; 
"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain, 


Psalm  73;  161 


"  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
«  Sure  I  fliall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard. 

The  conflicl  too  fevere. 
Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word. 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  ilipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit, 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft. 

Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpect  thy  promised  grace^ 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft  ! 

io  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair. 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  bleffed  hand,  that  broke  the  fnar 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PsALM  LXXIIL  2d  Part.  Com.Met,^ 

Ver.  23 — 28.      God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 
OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope. 


My  help  for  ever  near, 
O  2- 


162  Psalm  73. 


Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilder nefs  ; 

Thine  hand  condudl  me  near  thy  featj, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

Were  I  in  hea\ 'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 
And  fleih  and  heart  fhould  faint  ! 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock. 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Behold  the  fmners,  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence,  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 

Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  fball  found  thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


Psalm  LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.  2  2,  3,  6,   17 — 20.     The  profperity  of /inner  s 
curfed, 

I   T     ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
I   4  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high. 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  fhine  1 

a  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 
Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo  : 


^  Psalm  7  3,  163 

On  ilipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
ril  never  envy  them  again. 
There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes. 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

Their  fancy 'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  I 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ^ 
Their  fongs  of  foftefi:  harmony 
Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

Psalm  LXXIIL     Short  Metre, 

T/je  7nyftery  cf  -providence  unfolded* 

SURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud>. 
And  men  of  grace  complain^ 

I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine. 
While  haughty  fools,  with  fcornful  eyeSj 
In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

[Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe. 
Their  iiefti  looks  full  and  fair  : 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas. 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious  fouls  endure. 
Through  all  their  life  oppreilion  reignsj^ 
And  racks  the  humble  pooi\ 


164  Psalm  73,  7  4. 


5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlafting  God : 

Their  malice  blafls  the  good  man's  name. 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad^ 

6  But  I,  with  flowing  tears, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 

"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears- 
"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?*'] 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe. 

Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought^ 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'ir 
Did  my  miftakes  amewd  ; 

I  view*d  the  iinners'  lives  before,, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 
The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  : 

And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep. 
That  waits  their  fall  below  1 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow. 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ;^ 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now. 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

Psalm  LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perfecutien^ 
1  'X'^TILL  God  forever  caft  us  off? 
YV        -^^^  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love,^ 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

a  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeeaier's  blood  j 


Psalm  74. 165 

Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte. 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 

Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang. 

Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 

They  tear  thy  buildings  down  ; 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ilroke. 

Procures  the  chief  renown. 

With  flames  they  threaten  to  dejfhroy 

Thy  children  in  their  neft  ; 
*'  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,"  they  cry, 

"  The  temple  and  the^  pried." 

And  ilill,  to  heighten  our  diilrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes. 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  knows 

The  time  of  thy  return. 

Pause. 
How  long,  eternal  God  !  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ! 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong. 

And  bear  immortal  fliame  ? 


166 Psalm  7  4.  __ 

10  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ilill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  itill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhown 

In  ages  long  before  ! 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own. 
No  other  God  adore. 

1 2  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea, 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might. 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way. 
And  then  fecure  their  flight, 

X3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine. 
The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat,  and  v^dnter's  froft. 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  fliall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand,  that  form'd  them  nrft. 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  miade. 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  : 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

1  7  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood. 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  : 
Plead  thine  own  caufe.  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 


Psalm  75.  167 


Psalm  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone. 

1  T^O  thee,  moft  holy,  and  moft  high, 

X     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  "  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
"  Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 

"  And,  fore  opprefs*d  by  earthly  thrones, 
"  They  fought  the  Sovereign  of  the  fkies. 

3  "  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  powV, 
"  Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 

"  To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 
"  And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  r^e/* 

4  Let  haughty  iinners  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  ; 
But  lay  their  foolifLi  thoughts  alidc, 
And  own  the  "  empire*^  God  hath  made* 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance. 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  j 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne ; 
God,  the  great  fov'reign  of  the  earth. 
Will  rife,  and  make  his  juftice  known. 

7  [His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 

Of  vengeance,  mix'd  with  various  plaguesj^ 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafle  the  bitter  dregs, 


168  Psalm  75,  16. 

8  Now  fliall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft : 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft. 
Our  lips  fhall  fing  his  praife  aloud.] 

Psalm  LXXVL     Common  Metre. 

Jfraelfaved^  and  the  AJfyrians  deftroyed  ;    or^  God's 
vengeance  againjl  his  enemies  -proceeds  from  his  church* 

1  TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  kr^own  ; 
X     His  name  in  Ifr'el  great  ; 

In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne^ 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints. 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  j  aft  complaints 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear, 
The  bow,  the  arrows j  and  the  fword. 
And  crufli'd  th'  AfTyrian  war. 

4  "What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  m.ore  than  they, 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  flept  faft  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  1 
"Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  vengeance,  who  can  tell ! 


Psalm  77; 169 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  lies  flill  and  fears. 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  opprefs'd, 
The  wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife. 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terrors  ftiake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  cut  an  army  down. 

t  o  The  thunder  of  his  fliarp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel : 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook,        ^ 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

Psalm  LXXVII.  iji  Part.  Com.M. 

Melancholy  q/faulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

I   T^O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
X       I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  rofe. 
And  fili'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

'2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights. 
My  foul  refus'd  relief ; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife. 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  compiain'd,  and  ftill  opprefs'd, 
My  heart  began  to  break : 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbad  my^reft. 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 
P 


170  Psalm  77 


4  My  overwhelming  for  rows  grew 

Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  caird  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  caird  back  years  and  ancient  times. 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes, 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  cali'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  : 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

y  W^ill  he  forever  caft  me  off  ? 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  % 
Thy  hand  is  llill  the  fame. 
{)  rU  think  again  of  all  thy  ways. 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace. 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 
1o  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne  % 
And  men,  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
1  he  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PsALM  LXXVIL  2d  Part.  Com.  M, 

Cmfcrt  derived  from  a7icient  providences  ;  or,  Ifrael 

delivered  from  Egypt,  and  hr  ought  to  Canaan, 
I  «  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod?" 
Jfj.     (May  thine  own  children  fay) 


Psalm  7  7.  171 


"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

I  ril  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  above, 
ril  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told. 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

(  Long  did  the  houf^  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  opprcfs'd  ; 
Long  he  delayed  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4.  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem*d 
Abandoned  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeemed 
The  nation  that  he  chofe. 

5  Ifrael,  his  people  and  his  iheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  law  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 

Thy  footileps.  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  found, 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  , 
,Aii  heav'n  in  lightning  (lione  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fliook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  Iky  were  hurr-d 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 


172  Psalm  78. 


Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  his  own  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  tbcm  water  from  the  rock, 
And  fafe,  by  Mofes'  hand. 
Through  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

Psalm  LXXVIIL  iJlPart.  Com.M. 

Providences  of  God  recG?'ded ;    or,  pious  education  and 
tnjtrudion  of  children, 

I   T     ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
J.  1     Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw. 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

•2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  ; 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  every  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  iliall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  their's ; 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  (lands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works. 
But  praclife  his  commands. 

Psalm  LXXVIIL  2d  Part.  Com.M. 

Ifraers  rebellion  and  pmii/Joment  ;    or,   the  fms   and 
chajlifements  of  God's  people, 

I    /^  WHAT  a  il iff  rebellious  houfe 
\^     Was  Jacob*s  ancient  race  ! 


Psalm  7  8.  173 


Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows. 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light. 

From  his  avenging  hand  ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  that  ftubborn  land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march  in  fafety  through. 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way^ 
Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  ihade  and  light  ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  ihelt'ring  cloudy 
A  leading  fire  by  night, 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  y 

The  gufhing  waters  fell,. 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conflant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moft  highp 

And  dar'd  diltrui]:  his  hand  ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hofts  fupply 
"  Amidft  this  defart  land  ^ 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard. 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  ilame  ^ 
His  terrors  ever  Hand  prepared 
To  vindicate  his  name, 

P  2        . 


174  Psalm  7  8 


Psalm  LXXVIII.  ^d Part.  Com.M. 

The  puniJJmeni  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or^  chaf- 

tifemeni  and falvatkn. 
1  *1"¥7"HEN  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 
VV       A,J^d  fills  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

^  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand. 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  ffiovv'r, 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet : 
The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

\  4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 
I  "  Manna  is  all  our  feaft, 

\  "  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
\        "  We  muft  have  ilelh  to  tafte." 

5  "  Ye  fhall  have  flefh  to  pleafe  yooir  luft,*' 

The  Lord,  in  wrath,  reply'd  ; 
And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defii:e  j 

And  greedy  as  they  fed. 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  fiain^  the  reft  returned, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  moura'd. 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 


Psalm  7  8.  17 


8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  flill  forgave. 
Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
Poffefs'd  the  promised  land. 

Psalm  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.  32,  £ffr. 

Backjliding  and  forgivenefs  ;    or^  fin  punijhed^  and 

faints  faved. 

1  r^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
\jyr  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love ! 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain. 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 

A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways. 
Wore  out  their  flrength,  and  fpent  their  dayvS, 

4  Oft  when  they  fuw  their  brethren  llain. 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  j 
Caird  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode. 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flattVing  words,  or  folemn  lies. 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant,  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  defer v'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  tura'd. 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  k  burn'd. 


176  PSyVLM   80. 


7  He  faw  their  flefli  was  weak  and  frail. 
Fie  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  flill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

Psalm  LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

The  churches  prayer  under  affli6lion  ;  or,  the  vineyard 
of  God  wafted* 

1  f^  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

VJF  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  flieep, 
Safe  through  the  defart  and  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  now. 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  it  through  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore. 
We  fhali  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God.  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey? 
How  long  {hall  we  lament  and  pray. 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  \ 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fay'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause  I. 

5  Haft  th^u  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round. 
And  heav'niy  dews  enrich,  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot. 
And  blefs'd  the  nations  with  their  fruit  ! 
But  now,  dear  Loid,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 


Psalm  80,  81, 177 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wade  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devotirs  the  vine. 

8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  re^ore  ; 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  nfiore. 

Pause  II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Cana^^n  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  ihoot 
From  David's  ftock,  froni  Jacob's  root : 
Kimfelf  a  noble  vine,^nd  we 

The  lelTer  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thine  own  Son  !  and  he  fhall  ftand. 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  Oh  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  rcftore  ; 
We  ihall  be  fav'd,  and  fis^h  no  more. 

Psalm  LXXXI.  i,  8-i6.  Short  Met. 

The  warnings  of  God  to  his  peopk  ;  or^jytritual  bJeff" 
ings  and  piinijhments. 

I         QI^G  ^o  ^^-s  Lord  aloud, 
1,3  ^^^'i  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God^ 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voice. 


178  Psalm  81,  82. 


2  "  From  vile  idolatry 

"  Preferve  my  worlhip  clean  ; 

"  I  am  the  Lord  who  let  thee  free 

"  From  flav'ry  and,|f  om  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
"  And  Fll  fupply  them  well ; 

"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifr'el  will  r^bel ; 

4  *'  Fll  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 

"  And  \tt  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
"  'Tii  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  *'  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
"  Fd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

*^  x\nd  they  ihould  tafte  the  dream  that  Sows 
"From  their  eternal  Rock/' 

PsALM  LXXXII.     Loner  Metre. 

o 
God  thefupreme  Governor  ;    or^  magt/l rates  warned* 

1  A  MONG  th'  affemblies  of  the  great, 
JL  Jl  ^  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
The  God  of  heaven,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th*  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor. 
That  fmners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  ^ 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  : 


PsALiVL  82,  83.  179 

Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain. 
For  they  fliall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

j.  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne. 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  5 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

Psalm  LXXXIIL     Short  Metre. 

A  complaint  againjl  perfecutors. 

AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace. 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 

Behold,  what  curfed  fnares 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints,  and  thee. 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ. 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

The  noble  and  the  bafc 
Into  thy  paftures  leap  ; 
The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs  * 

Confpire  to  vex  thy  iheep. 

;       "  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 
"  To  root  them  from  the  ground^   ^ 
*'  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain^ 
"  Nor  memory  fhall  be  found." 

)       Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them,  like  forefts,  to  the  fire^ 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 


l&O  Psalm  83,  84. 


7       Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name ; 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound. 
That  they  may  die  in  Ihame. 

S       Then  fliall  the  nations  know- 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  ifiParL  LongiM 

The  pleaf are  of  public  worjhip. 

t   TTOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XX  O  Lord  of  Hofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

'1  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  : 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints,  w^ho  fit  on  high. 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  ihine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love* 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 


Psalm  84.  181 


God  IS  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  the  load 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  flrength,   " 
Till  all  (hall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  j 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear. 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  id  Part.  LongM- 

God  and  his  church  ;  or^  grace  and  glory* 

1  £^  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fmgs 
\jjr  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings ; 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace. 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun  ;    he  makes  our  day  : 
God  is  our  fhield  ;  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  ailaults  of  hell  and  fm, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  A\\  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hoils  of  heaven  obey  ; 
Ajid  devils  at  thy  prefence  fiee ; 

Bled  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 


182  Psalm  84, 

Psalm    LXXXIV.      i,  4,  2,  3,  lo^ 

Paraphrafed  in  Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  ordinances  of  worjloip  ;  or,  God  prefent  in 
his  churches, 

1  T\  /T  Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
XyJ.  To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Ikies 

His  faving  pow'r  difplays  ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place. 
While  ChriP:  reveals  his  wondrous  love* 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  {lill. 

Pause. 
^  My  heart  and  fleih  cry  out  for  thee^ 
While  far  from  thine  abode  : 
W- hen  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft. 
And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrows,  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

*7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 


L' 


Psalm  84. 183 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threiliold  I  would  wait. 

While  Jefus  is  within. 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  flate, 
Or  live  in  tents-  of  fin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land. 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  Particular  Metre, 

Longing  for  the  hoiife  of  God, 

ORD  of  the  worlds  above. 
How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  deiires, 
To  fee  my  God. 

The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft. 
And  wand'ring  iwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  red  : 

My  fpirit  faints. 

With  equal  zeal. 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 

O  happy  fouls  that  pray. 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
I'heir  conflant  fervice  there  ! 


184  Psalm  84. 


They  piaife  thee  ftill  j 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill ! 

.They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength. 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears,     , 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 

0  glorious  feat. 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

Pause. 
To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
AfTords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 
W^here  God  reforts, 

1  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door. 
Than  fhine  in  courts. 

God  is  our  fun  and  fhield. 
Our  light  ?.nd  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fili'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  : 

He  fhall  beftow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 

The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls : 


Psalm  H5.  185 


Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  Hoils, . 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee ! 


Psalm  LXXXV.  iji  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  I — 8.     Waiting  fir  an  anfwer  to  prayer  ;  or^ 
deliverance  begun  and  completed. 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mindj 
1  J  Thou  haft  reversed  our  heavy  doom  : 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wandering  captives  home, 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  j 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He*Il  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray. 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 


Psalm  LXXXV.  2d  Part,  Long  M. 

Ver.  9,  &c.     Salvation  by  Chrifi, 

I    QALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

j[j  The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  5 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  Qiall  afford. 


186  PsAL.^;  85,  86. 


2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n 
By  his  obedience,  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  fhall  abound. 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before. 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  : 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

Psalm  LXXXVI.     Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  8 — 13.     A  general fong  of  praife  to  God. 

1  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
XjL  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  5 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  hke  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  Ihall  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things. 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  5 

Teach  me  thy  heav'nly  ways, 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  fmking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 


Psalm  87,  89.  187 


Psalm  LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  ;    or,  Jews 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chri/iian  church* 

1  ^^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

V_y  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well. 
But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vilits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew^ 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new  born,  or  nouriih'd  there  ! 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  iJlPart.  LongM. 

The  covena7it  made  with  Chrijl ;   or,  the  true  David. 

1  T7«OREVER  ihall  my  fong  record 

X?    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  iland. 
Like  heav'n,  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  ; 


188 Psalm  89> 

"  In  thee  ihall  dying  finners  live  ; 
''  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priefl  5 
"  Thy  children  fliall  be  ever  bleft  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  ;  thy  throne 
*'  Shall  fland  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
"  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjeds  are  : 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufti  my  foes, 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifli  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fmg 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  ; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  Ihow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 


Psalm  LXXXIX.  iJlPart.  Com.M. 

The  faithfulnefs  of  God, 

1  li  jWY  never-ceafmg  fongs  fhall  Ihow 
1.  T  A  ^^^  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  : 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jcwifh  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son, 


Psalm  89.  189 


4  His  feed  forever  fliall  poiTefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meaneft  fubjecl  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  Hofts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faint:^  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thine  unchanging  love. 

PsALM  LXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.M. 

Ver.  7,  &c. 

The  power  and  majejiy  of  God  ;  or^  reverential  ivorjhip, 

1  "\X7"1^^  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

y  V     ^^^  t)Ow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  ileeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  lleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine. 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  jQiine, 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel ! 


190  Psalm  89 


6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne. 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  onCj 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

Psalm  LXXXIX7  yd  Pan.  C.  M', 

Ver.  15,  &c.     A  bleffed  GofpeL 

1  T)  LEST  are  the  foulj  that  hear  and  know 
J3  The  goipel's  joyful  found  ; 

Peace  fliall  attend  the  paths  they  go. 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

2  Then'  joy  ihall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteouinefs  exalts  their  hope, 

Nor 'ia:l;an. dares  condemn. 

'  ■■   '  .'    ='  ?' 

3  The  Lord,' our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation^ gives  : 
Ifr'el,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 


Psalm  LXXXIX.  Ath  Part.   C.  M. 

Ver.  19,  &c. 

ChrljVs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  cr^  his  divine  and  hu- 
man nature. 

I   T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
m7\  ^^d  made  his  mercy  known  : 
'*•  Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  laid 
*'  On  my  Almighty  Son. 

^  "  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
"  Among  your  mortal  race  ; 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  c'erflows, 
"  The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 


'^i 


Psalm  89.     -  191 

**  HigR  Ihall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  King  ; 
"My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

"  And  ftill  new  fubjects  bring. 

|.  "  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 
"  With  mercy  by  his  fide, 
"  While  in  my  name,  throu^  earth  and  fea^ 
"  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

;  "  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 
"  He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
"  And  rU  fupport  my  Son. 

6  "  My  firfl-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 

"  At  my  right  hand  fliall  fit ; 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place^ 
*'  And  monarch*  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  cov'nant  flands  forever  fafl  j 

"  My  promifes  are  flrong  ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  lafl:, 
"  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  ^th  Part.  Q.  Me 

Ver.  30,  &c. 

The  covenafit  of  grace  unchangeable  \  or^  afl'tclloni 
without  rejedion, 

1  «  •^/"ET,  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  rice, 

X     "  The  children  of  my  Son, 
"  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  "  Their  fins  Til  vifit  with  the  rod, 

"  And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 
"  But  ril  not  ceafc  to  be  their  God, 
"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 


192  _PsALM  89 

3  "  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke^ 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
"  And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
"  Eternal  truth  (hall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

"  And  pledged  my  hoHnefs, 
"  To  feal  thipacred  promife  fure 
"  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies^ 
''  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 

"  His  kingdom  Ihall  endure, 
«  Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 


Psalm  LXXXIX.    2d  ParU    L.  M, 

Ver.  47,  &c.     Mortality  and  hope. 
A  funeral  Pfalm. 

1  11  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  flate^ 
|\  How  frail  our  life  !  how  fhort  the  date  ! 

Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die. 
Our  flefii  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 

'•  Muft  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"  Or  haft  thou  m^id'e  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turnM  to  duft  ?*^ 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  iighs, 
And  fees  the  fieeping  duft  arife. 


Psalm  89.  193 


That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  lafi  Part.  Par.  M. 

Ver.  47,  &c. 
Life^  deaths  and  the  refurre6lion, 

I   THHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 

X     How  few  his  hours  1  how  (hort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave. 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death. 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

\  Lord,  Ihall  it  be  forever  faid, 
''  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  dull  V^ 
Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  Where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  jufi:  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  fiefli  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair : 
Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurrection  there. 

4  Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  amen. 
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194  Psalm  90. 

Psalm  XC.     Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal^  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeraL 

1  nPHROUGH  evVy  age,  eternal  God, 
Jl     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made. 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

3  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  fliall  endure. 
When  earth  and  time  Ihall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
*'  Return,  ye   finners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account  j 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light. 

Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream. 
Sweeps  us  away  :  our  life's  a  dream  \ 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet : 

How  ftiort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  i 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive. 

We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

'  But  O  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears. 
And  cuts  off'  our  expected  years  ; 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread ; 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 


Psalm  90.  195 


8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ! 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan. 
Till  a  wile  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Psalm  XC.   i/?  P^^t.  Common  Met. 

Ver.  ] — 5.     Manfrail^  and  God  eternal. 

1  ^^^UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad, 
\ij  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  Ihelter  fi^om  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fliadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  j 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood. 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame. 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  fiefh  to  duf^^ 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  :" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft. 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages,  in  thy  fight. 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  $ 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night. 
Before  the  rifmg  fun. 

e  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood. 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares. 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in- following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever- rolling  ftream^ 
Bears  all  its  fons  away  j 


196  Psalm  90. 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nation  fland, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light : 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Psalm  XC.  2d  Part.  Common  Met. 

Ver.  85  11,  9,  10,  12. 

Infirmities  and  moriallty  the  effeSl  of  fin  ;  or^  llfe^  old 
age^  and  preparation  for  death, 

I   Y     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
Jl_J   And  juftice  grows  fevere. 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

z  Thine  anQ-er  turns  our  frame  to  dufl  : 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  ^Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Js  forrow,  toil,  and  paia. 


Psalm  90, 


[Our  vitals,  with  laborious  ftrife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thofc  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 

That  we  may  a<fi:  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


PsALM  XC.  3^  Part.  Common  Met, 

Ver.  13,  &c.     Breathing  after  heaven, 
I    13  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  : 
W^     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
How  long  {hall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

'Z  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe  ; 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears. 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fiiow, 
Make  thine  own  work  complete  j 
Then  ihall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  Ihine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fer vice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 
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198  __  Psalm  90,  91.  

Psalm  XC.     Short  Metre. 

Ver.  5,  10,  12.     The  frailty  and  Jhortnefs  of  life, 

1  T     ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
J^_j   Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis. 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas  !  'twas  brittle  clay- 
That  built  our  body  firft  ! 

And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  ftay ; 

Ju^  like  a 'flood  our  hafly  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Weil,  if  our  days  muft  fly. 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight ; 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way. 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight, 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempcftuous  fea  : 

Soon  we  ihall  reach  the  peaceful  fhcre 
Of  bleft  eternity. 

PsALM  XCL  ver.  i — 7.  Long  Met. 

Soft  ty  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

1  TJI  ^  ^^"i^t  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 
jT^I,   Shall  find  a  moil  fecure  abode  \ 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fliade, 
And  there  at  night  fliall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "My  God,  thy  pow'r 
*'  Siiall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  : 


Psalm  91.  199 


"  I,  that  am  formed  of  feeble  duft, 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  ; 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

Juft  as  a  hen  pioteds  her  brood 

(From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood) 

Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 

Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire, 
God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  lliield  them  with  a  healthful  ihade. 

If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath. 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe  :  The  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael's  God  be  there. 

Pause. 
What  though  a  thoufand  af  thy  fide. 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd  ? 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves, 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidil  the  graves. 

So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  knowDj 
And  ilew  their  ions,  his  careful  eye 
Pail  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword. 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ilrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 


200 Psalm  91. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  y 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free. 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Psalm  XCI.    9 — 16.    Com.  Metre* 

Proiedion  from  deaths  guard  of  angels^  viBory  and 
deliverance. 

1  "'^LT'E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

X     Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare. 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place. 
And  try,  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fiiall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  : 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  (hall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 

Are  they  not  iervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhali  tread  5 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  ; 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  Lead 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  ''  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love^ 

"  ril  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
*'  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above   - 
*^  Deftru^ion,  and  the  fword> 


Psalm  91,  92.  201 


7  "  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call  ; 

"  In  trouble  Til  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  fix  .ill  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known 

"  ril  honour  them  in  heav'n  : 
*^  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  glv'n/* 

Psalm  XCII.  ijt  Part.  Long  Metre^ 

A  Pfabnfor  the  Lord*S'day, 

1  O  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
C5  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fmg, 
To  fiiew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night, 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft. 

No  mortal  cares  fhall  feize  my  bread  ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  iliall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  Ihine  I 
How  deep  thy  counfels  1  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
.Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  5 

Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  ihall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart. 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worfl  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  j 


202  Psalm  92.  93. 


My  inward  foes  iliall  all  be  llain. 
Nor  Satan  break  iny  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know. 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifli'd  below  ; 
And  ev*ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Psalm  XCII.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Ver.  12,  kc.     The  church  is  the  garden  of  God, 

\    T     OKD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
1  ^   In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 
Let  ine  within  tliy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar,  frefli  and  green. 

Q.  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bled  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fliall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  deca^^s,  but  grace  mufl  thrive) 
Tirr ';,  that  doth  all  things  ^^^  impair, 
Sti'l  makes  them  liouriih  ilrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  : 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fliall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

Psalm  XCIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  fovereign  God, 

1    TEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands. 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 


Psalm  93.  203 


^  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever  living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife. 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  Ihall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  forever  fure  ; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PsalmXCIII.  iJlPart.  Parti c.  Met 

1    r  I  iHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  :    ^ 
I      His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  : 
This  wide  creation  rofc  at  his  command. 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'ftablifliM  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

X  God  is  th'  eternal  King.     Thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign : 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  flcles : 
Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heav'n*s  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  ftill ; 

^   And  the  mad  world  fubmiflTive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  tru^h,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him. 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 


204  Psalm  93. 


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Psalm  XCIII.  2d  Part.   Partic.  I 

'HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light. 
Begirt  with  fovVeign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

Upheld  by  thy  commands. 

The  world  fecurely  ftands  ; 
And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  : 

Thy  throne  was  fix*d  on  high. 

Before  the  Harry  Iky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom.  Lord. 

In  vain  the  noify  crowd. 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  : 

in  varn,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  furly  nations  fight. 
And  dafli  like  waves  againft  the  fliore. 

Let  floods  and  nations  rage. 

And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  : 
Let  fwelling  tides  affault  the  Iky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 

Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  : 
There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear. 
And  fmg  thine  everlafdng  love. 

Re^^eat  the  fourth  Jlanza^  if  mccffary^ 


Psalm  94.  205 


Psalm  XCIV.    ijl  Part.  Corn.  Met. 

Ver.  I,  2,  7 — 14. 

Saints  chajlifed^  andftnners  dejiroyed;  or^  inJlruBive 
afflitiions, 

1  /'~\  GOD,  to  wliom  revenge  belongs, 
V^    Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  fov 'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ;'" 

When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ! 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  : 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  ihall  feel  his  pow'r  ; 
His  wrath  ilaall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain. 
In  fome  furprifmg  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  hall  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 
Shall  make  "them  know  their  God. 

5  Blefi:  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

A.nd  to  his  duty  draw  : 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife. 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  call  oft  his  faints. 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance, 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake» 

S 


206  Psalm  94 


Psalm  XCIV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  16 — 23. 

God  onrfupport  and  comfort  ;  or^  deliverance  from 
temptation  and  perfecution, 

1  "¥XTHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

V  V     Againft  my  numerous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite. 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head. 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas  !  my  Aiding  feet,"  I  cryM  5 

Thy  promife  was  my  prop : 
Thy  grace  ftood  conflant  by  my  fide  ; 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofoin  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

^  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  Ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufc. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 
Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff ; 
The  Lord  our  God  ihall  judge  the  proud. 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 


Psalm  95.  207 


Psalm  XCV.     Common  Metre. 

A  pfalm  before  prayer, 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
1^  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  \ 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know. 

How  mean  their  natures  leem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns,  dark  and  deep. 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muR:  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore  j 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  povv'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  :  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requell  ; 
Come,  lelt  he  roufe  his  v/rath,  and  fwear, 
''  Ye  fliall  not  fee  my  reft." 

Psalm  XCV.     Short  Metre, 

A  pfalm  before  fermoiu 

I        I'^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^   And  hymns  of  glory  fing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov 'reign  Godj 
The  univerfal  King. 


208  Psalm  95. 


He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  j 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  vvat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne. 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own. 
He  formM  us  by  his  word. 

To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

But  if  your  ears  refufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  flubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race; 

Ihe  Lord,  in  vengeance  dreft, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  Uiat  defpife  my  promised  reft 
''  Shall  liave  no  portion  there." 


PSALM  XCV.     I,  2,  3,  6 II.     L.  M. 

Canaan  loft  through  unbelief:  or,  a  warning  to 
delafmg  ftnners, 

1  ^^OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
^ji   A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King,  rehearfe 
His  honours  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  : 
He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  iheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 


' Psalm  95,  96.  209 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifr'el  knew. 

4  Ifr'el,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace. 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face  j 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood. 

That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  ppove  ' 
"  Forget  my  pow'r  ;  abufe  my  love  : 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fwear 
"  Their  feet  fliall  never  enter  there/' 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread. 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ^ 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  blefling  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates : 
Believe,  and  take  ihe  promised  reft, 
Obey,  and  be  forever  bleft.] 

Psalm  XCVI.   i,  io,&:c,  Com.Met. 

Chri/i*s  jirft  andfecond  coining, 

I    O  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
l3   Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  : 
His   new-difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 


Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns^ 
God's  own  Almighty  Son  ; 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftainS; 

And  grace  furrounds  his  throne, 

S  2 


210 Psalm  96, 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  Ihine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 

The  iflands  of  the  fea  : 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valiies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes  1  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  fliew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs. 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  I 

PsALM  XCVL     Particular  Metre, 

Tbe  God  of  the  Gentiles, 

1  T     ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

1   J   To  fing  the  choicefi:  pfalm  of  praife^ 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know. 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  Ihow, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim^ 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory.  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ^ 

Among  us  is  Jehov^^h  known  : 
Our  worfhip  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  } 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone- 


Psalm  96,  97-  211 

^  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  fhining  worlds  on  high. 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are   majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright ! 
His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  fliall  feel  his  faving  posv'r. 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name  j 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PsalmXCVIL   iftPart.  Long  Met, 

Vcr.  I — 5. 

Chrijl  reigning  in  heaven^  and  coming  to  judgment, 

1  1"  T  E  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns, 
jfj_   Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftrains  j 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his   counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes  ! 

Shakes  the  v/ide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs  y 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay. 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high. 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh» 


212 Psalm  97. 

Psalm  XCVII.   2d  Part.  Long  Met, 

Ver.  6 — 9.     ChriJVs  incarnation* 

1  np^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav*ns  proclaim 

j[     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
.  Of  eallern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All' ye  bright  armies  of  the  Ikies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ! 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the    ground. 
And  their  own  worfliippers  confound  ; 
But  Jadah  fhout,  but  Zion  ^vag^ 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

PsALM  XCVII.  3iP^r^.  Long  Met. 

Grace  and  glory, 

1  ^  I  ^HE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 

j[     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat, 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fliame  \ 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends. 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown. 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  ihall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  tri'umph  in  his  holinefs. 


Psalm  97,  98.  213 


Psalm  XCVII.     Common  Metre, 

Ver.  r,  z^s—J^  ^^^ 
ChrijVs  incarnation^  and  the  laji  judgment* 

1  "'^tT'E  illands  of  the  Northern  fea, 

j[      Rejoice,  tlie  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  pretence  fmks  the  proudetl  hills. 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  frniles, 
The  haughty  fnVner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  povv'r  proclaim  1 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worOiippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  irround. 

o 

4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  (hall  he  come  to  judg2  the  earth. 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fliall  tremble  at  his  light, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  ; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  iown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here. 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveil:  bear. 


I^SALM  XCVIII.    \jlParl.   Com.  M 

Praifefor  the  gofpeL 

I   ^  I  ^O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
X       New  honours  be  addrefsM  \ 


214  Psalm  98. 

His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd.    . 

2  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abrah'm  firft, 

His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft, 
And  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honours  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 


Psalm  XCVIII.   2d  Part.   Com.  M. 

The  Meffiah*s  coming  and  kingdom* 

1  TOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

■    Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room. 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infell:  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
Tlie  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


Psalm  99. 215 

Psalm  XCIX.    i ft  Part.   Short  Met. 

Chrifi^s  kingdom  and  majejiy, 

'HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  linners  trenable  at  his  throne. 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 


T 


Jefus,  the  Saviour,  reigns  ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord, 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
Llis  honours  are  divine  : 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  ihine. 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  ' 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


E 


Psalm  XCIX.    2d  Part.   Short  Met. 

A  holy  God  worjhipped  with  reverence, 

XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  woriliip  at  his  feet : 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

When  Ifr*el  was  his-church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priell:, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray*d. 
He  gave  his  people  refl. 

Oft  he  forgave  their  ilns, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  j 


216  Psalm  99,  100. 


And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known. 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  fiill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  ie^Ious  for  his  name. 


Psalm  C.     \jt  Part.    Long  Metre, 

A  plain  tranilation.      Traife  to  our  Creator,  ^ 

1  "^/''E  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice 

JL     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  \ 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

;5  Enter  his  ^ates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair. 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  m.ercy  fure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  iliall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


PsALM  C.     2d  Part,    Long  Metre. 

A  paraph r a fc. 

Q  ING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
l.J^  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore ; 
Tlie  Northern  iiles  fliall  fend  the  noifc 
Acrofs  the  ocean,  to  the  fhore. 


Psalm  100,  101;  217 

— ——,  ^- —  — — ■ ■      '     '  ■ 

I  Nations  attend  before  his  throne, 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  flieep  we  flray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

1  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care. 
Our  fouls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs^ 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  eanhj^with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is,  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  5 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand-, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  m.ovc* 

Psalm  CI.      Long  Metre* 

T/je  mngijlrate^ s  pfalm. 

1  "p^  ^/I'ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ! 
X% J-  ^"^^  ^^^^^^  ^^^^y  t>oth  to  thee  belongs 
My  gracious  God, 'my  righteous  King, 

To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I'll  bring, 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ^ 
Thy  juftice  atid  thy  heavenly  grace 
.  Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  wavsv 
T 


218  Psalm  101 


]  Let  vvifdom  all  my  anions  guide. 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me^ 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

I  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  flrife. 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride. 
Within  my  doors  ihall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofts  of  honour,  wxalth  and  truft  ^ 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will. 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  (hall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  fhan't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,  that  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  j 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  fliall  be  fupprefs'd. 

Psalm  CI.     Common  Metre, 

A  pf aim  for  a  mafter  of  a  family » 

1    f'"\^  juftlce  and  of  grace  I  firig, 
\^  A.nd  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

1  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair. 
And  make  thy  fervant  wufe  ; 
ril  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes.     • 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 
By  falfehood  or  by  force, 


Psalm  101,  102.  2 19 

The  fcornful  eye,  the  llandVous  tongue, 
ril  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

rU  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft. 

And  will  their  help  enjoy ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  fhall  truft, 

The  fervants  V\\  employ. 

The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceitj 

ril  not  endure  a  night : 
The  liar's  tongue  Til  ever  hate, 

And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

ril  purge  my  family  around. 

And  make  the  v^icked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 


Psalm  CII.   ijt  Part.  Com.  Metre- 
Ver.  I — 13,  205  21. 
A  prater  of  the  affli^ed, 
I   TJEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face,. 
JTI  But  anfwer,  left  I  die  ; 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace. 
To  hear  when  fmners  cry  ? 

1  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
Dillblving  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke- 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  excefilve  heat  ; 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs. 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan. 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope,. 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 


220  Psalm  102. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs. 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl  j 
There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft ; 
While  fliarp  reproaches  w^ound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes. 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread  like  aflies  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

lb  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  call  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  Ihadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  fliall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  w^orks  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face. 

Nor  will  n^y  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace. 
That  long  expefted  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die. 
Arid  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 


Psalm  102, 22^1 

Psalm  CI  I.    ^d  Part.   Com*  Metre. 

Ver.  13 — 21.    Prayer  heard^  and  Zion  refiored. 

1  T    ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice! 
JLj  Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain. 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  (land  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  Ihall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners   groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemned  to  death  ; 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan't  be  faid  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read. 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PsALM  CII.   23 — 28.    Long  Metre. 

Man^  s  mortality  and  Chrift' s  eternity;  or^  faints  die, ^ 

but  Chrijl  and  the  church  live. 
I   f  T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

Weakens  our  flrenglh  amidtl  the  race  j 
T  2 


222       _PsALM  102,  103. 

Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray. 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day. 
And  nuift  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midfl:  of  death  and  grief 
This  thought  our  forrow  Ihall  affuage  ; 
*'  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  through  ev'ry  age." 

4  *Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Hcav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade. 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  Irhe  ftarry  curtains  of  the  Iky, 
Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide  ; 

But  ftill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high  y 
Thy  church  forever  muft  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  Ihall  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  Ihall  they  furvive. 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 


PsalmCIII.    \Ji  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Ver.  I — 7. 

Bleffing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 

■i   171  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

JL^  Call  home  thy  thought's  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worihip  fo  divine, 

1  Blcfs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highell  praife  j 


Psalm  103.  223 


Why  iliould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  *Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels. 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  grave:?. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ^ 
He  fatisfies  our  mouth  with  good. 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  th*  opprefs'd. 
And  often  gives  the  fuffVers  reft  ; 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  pow'r  he  (hew'd  by  Mofes'  hands. 
And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 

S   Let. the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  : 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
In  work  and  woriliip  fo  divine.] 

PsALM  cm.   2d  Part.   Long  Metre. 

Ver.  8—1 8. 

Cod's  gentle  chajlifement  ;  or,  his  tender  mercy  to  his 

people. 
I   'TPHE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
i     How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace  ! 


224  Psalm  103.    

He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne. 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife. 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifmg  morning  from  the  weft. 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

f  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaflion  fliines  ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints. 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

)  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaflife. 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart. 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 
The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft. 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  flrength  that  he  beflows. 

i  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon 
As  morning  flow'rs  that  fade  at  noon. 


Psalm  103. 225 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign,  = 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Psalm  CIII.   ijt  Part.  Short  Metre, 

«  Ver.  I — 7. 

Praife  for  ffiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 

1  1^  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
\J    Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  He 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs. 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  *Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

*Tis  he  that,  heals  thy  fickneffeSa 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  that  redeemVl  my  foul  from  hell, 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud. 
And  juftice  for  th'  opprefs*d. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 


226  Psalm  103, 

Psalm  cm.    2d  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  8—18. 

Abounding  compajfion  of  God  ;  or^  mercy  in  the  midji 

of  judgment, 

1  T^^  f¥Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 

JL  T  A  Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
WhoTe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife. 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 
And  when  his  ftrokcs  are  felt, 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes^ 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread. 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  powV  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft. 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  cur  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dufl:, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 

His  anger,  like  a  rifing  wind, 
Can  fend  us  fvvift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs. 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 

If  one  fliarp  blaft  fvveep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


T 


Psalm  103,  104.  227 

8       But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

Psalm  cm.  ^dPart.  Short  Metre* 

Ver.  19-^22. 

God's  univerfal  dominion  ;  or,  angels  praife  the  Lord, 

'HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 
Hath  fixM  his  throne  on  high  5 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules. 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

1       Ye  angels,  great  in  might. 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray. 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 
^      Through  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

Psalm  CIV.      Long  Metre. 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence^ 

I  1\  ^  Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  *, 
iyl  When  clothed  In  his  celeiliai  rays. 
He  in  full  majeily  appears. 
And,  Uke  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 


228  Psalm  104.- 


[Note.     This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  a  different  metre,  by  adding  the 
following  two  lines  to  every  ftanza,  viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord ;  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  /*] 

a  The  heav*ns  are  for  his  curtain  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  nninifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  lovei 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  (hall  forevei'  ftand ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain. 
Left  it  fliould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood. 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  floods 
He  thunder'd,and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound. 
And  in  their  chanhels  v/alk  tlieir  round  ; 
Yet  thence  conveyed  by  fecret  veins. 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plainsi 

7  ?Ie  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirfl:  allays 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  b4*ay. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fliade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife. 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 


Psalm  104;  229 

Pause  I. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  gralTy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourifli  nature,  or  to  cure. 

i  I  What  noble  fruits  the  vines  produce  1 
The  olive  yields  an  ufeful  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  genVous  wine, 
Vfith  inward  joy  our  faces  fhine. 

j2   O  blefs  his  name,  ye  people,  fed 

With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts. 
Serve  him  with  vigour  in  your  hearts. 

Pause  II. 

13  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  Hands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands.; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  feelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nelb  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  v/here  to4welL 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race. 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face ; 
And  when  thick  darkneiii  veils  the  day. 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  afk  their  meat  from  God ; 

U 


230  Psalm  104.  ^ 

But  when  the  morning  beams  arife. 
The  lavage  bead  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

i8  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  fkill. 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  v^e  fee. 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

J  9  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 

Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions  fwift  or  flow^ 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way. 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  m.onfters  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  leviathan. 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  mane 

Pause  III. 

2 1  Vaft  are  tliy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  fland, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  iti  diff'rent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn. 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fiii  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  > 


Psalm  104,  105.  231 


A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

^5  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might. 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 

Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  v/ants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  v/lllies  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweot  ;    • 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 

,  Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  fmners  die  accurll, 
Their  glory  bury'd  in  the  duft, 

I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

Psalm  CV.    Abridged.   Com.  Met. 

God*s  condud  to  Ifrael^  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt, 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VJT  And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft. 
To  numerous  ages,  yet  behind. 
In  equal  force  (hall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abrah'm  and  his  ^c^d^ 

And  made  the  bleffing  fure  5 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 


232  Psalm  105 


4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  bleft/' 

(Said  the  Almighry  voice) 
*'  And  Canaan's  land  ihall  be  their  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  jo)'s." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land. 
When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd> 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

'•  Shall  foon  revenge  the  wrong  : . 
"  The  man  that  docs  my  prophets  harm^ 

''  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong.'' 
S  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage,. 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Ifr'el  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age,. 

And  be  th'  Almighty's  care.J 

Pause  L 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints^ 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

to  He  caird  for  darknefs  ;  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'er Vv' helming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 
ii  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread  ^- 
And  frogs,  in  croaking  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed^ 


Psalm  105.  233 


1 2  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces. 

The  ten-fold  vengeance  flew  ; 
Locafts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees. 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  fliroke. 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy*d  ; 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  hoafe  was  broke. 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Ifr*el  mufl  live  through  ev*ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

P  i^  u  s  E  IL 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  : 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got. 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journies  right  ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirfi:  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow. 
And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wondrous  ftream !  O  blefled  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrifl  our  rock  maihtains  our  life 
Through  all  this  wilder nefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  Hand, 

The  cbofen  tribes  poflefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  refl. 


234  Psalm  tOG. 


20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  j. 
Ifr'el  muil  live  through  ev'ry  age^ 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Psalm  C VI.    ver.  i — 5.   Long  Met,. 

Pralfe  to  God  ;  or^  communion  with  faints^ 
'O  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd,- 


T 


Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs*d  y 
His  mercy  firm  forever  (lands ! 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  li 
Who  ihall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  I. 
Bleft  are  theTouls  that  fear  thee  ftill,- 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed ;; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  Sefs 
The  meaneil  fuppliant  of  thy  grace^. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  l 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


Psalm  CVI.      Short  Metre. 

Ver.  7,  8,  12—14,  45— 4-^- 
Ifrael  punijhsd  and  pardoned ;  or,  God's  mcha7igeabld 

love. 

1       g^  OD  of  eternal  love, 

\jy  How  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
And  yet  how  eft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
Thy  ccnftancy  of  grace ! 


Psalm  106,  107>  235 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought^ 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot. 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word. 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow ; 

Now,  with  their  luifs  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mournM  their  faults. 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans  ; 

Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts. 
And  caird  them  flill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book. 
He  faY*d  them  from  their  foes  ; 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race ; 

And  Chrillians  join  the  folemn  word. 
Amen,  to  all  the  praife. 

Psalm  CVII.  ifi  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan^  and  Cbri/iians  to  heaven, 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above ; 
%^^  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his^ame  is  love  ^ 
His  mercy,  ages  pail  have  known. 

And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own, 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  : 
Ifr'el,  the  nation  w^hom  he  chofe. 
And  refcu'dfrom  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th*  Egyptian  yoke, 


236  Psalm  107. 


They  traced  the  defert,  vvand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  Iblitary  ground  1 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road. 
Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  alTuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage, 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
*Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  fir  ft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain. 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way. 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand. 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land.. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm  CVII.   2<^P^r^.  Long  Metre, 

Corre&ion  for  fin^  and  releafe  by  prayer. 

1  XT' ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  ; 

F     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food. 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies  5 
If  they  rejecl  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord ; 


Psalm  107.  237 


3  He'll  bring,  their  fpirits  to  the  ground. 
And  no  deliv'rer  Ihall  be  found  : 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  Ihades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  j 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife. 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  {hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fiTiiling  prisoners  through  j 
Takes  oft  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief. 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

ilie  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm  CVII.  ^d  Part.   Long  Metre. 

Intemperance  punljhcd  and  pardoned ;  or,  a  pfalm 
for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard, 

1  "^  TAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 

Y      Prepares  for  his  own  panilhment  j 
What  pains,  v/hat  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxurv  and  lufl:  arife  1 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte. 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafle  ; 
Till  all  his  active  powers  are  loft, 
And  fainting  Hfe  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat. 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd. 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released. 


238  Psalm  107. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help,  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath. 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cine  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure ; 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals ; 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals. 
4)  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  offerings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

Psalm  CVII.  ^th  Part.    Long  Met. 

Deliverance  from  Jionns  and  Jhipwreck  ;    or,  the 
feamar^s  Jong. 

OULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 
s  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind. 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind, 
Till  God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel. 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  AVhen  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs. 
And  fends  falvation  in  diilrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage  j 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 


Psalm  107. 239 

'Tis  calm  ;  and  failors  fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off'rings  bring. 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

Psalm  CVlI.     Common  Metrei 

The  mariner* s  pfalm. 

1  THHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
I      Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  ihall  record. 
Who  trade  in  floating  fhips. 

3   At  thy  command  the  winds  arifc, 
A.nd  fweil  the  tow'ring  waves ; 
The  men,  aftonifh'd,  mount  the  fkies, 
And  fmk  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills. 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels. 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar. 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath  ; 
And,  hopdefs  of  the  dlftant  Ihore, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries. 

He  hears  their  loud  requeft. 
And  orders  filence  through  the  fkies. 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

5  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears. 
And  fee  the  florm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  \ 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 


240  Psalm  107. 


7  'Tis  God   that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ilupid  mortals  know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways. 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

Psalm  CVIL  Lajl  Part,   Long  Met 

Cohnies  planted  ;^  or^  nations  hlejl  and  piinijhed, 
A  Pfalm  for  New-England. 

V  V     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times. 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand. 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

s  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again. 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green. 
Send  (howVy  bleflings  from  the  ikies. 
And  harvefts  in  the  defer t  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beails  of  prey. 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefs*d  and  poor  repair. 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupply  their  want: 

*  l>.eir  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks. 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleil :  but  if  they  fin. 
He  lets  the  heathen  rations  in  ; 

A  favnge  crew  invades  their  lands. 
Their  ciiildren  die  by  barbarous  hands. 


Psalm  109.  2*41 


6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 
The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns. 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive. 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

S  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfc. 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ;  ^ 
And  tongues  of  atheifls  fliall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  ft  ill  (hall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

PsALM  CIX.    I — 5,  31,    Com.  Met- 

Love  to  enemies,  from  the  example  of  Chrifl* 

1  /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
\JP"  Thy  glory  is  my  fong, 
Though  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found. 
With  cruel  llandcrs,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  miseries  his  compafTion  move, 

Their  peace  he  fi:ill  purfu*d  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love. 
And  evil  for  his  good. 
W 


24^  Psalm  109,  110. 

'4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  ; 
Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  pray'd  for  murdVers  on  his  crofs. 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  fliine 

In  vain  before  mine  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine. 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage. 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 

'I  iliall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  llander  and  condemn. 

PsALM  ex.     iji  Part.    Long  Metre, 

Cbri/i  exalted^  and  multitudes  converted :  or^  the 
fuccefs  of  the  gofpeL 

1  ^*|*^HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

J^     To  Chrift  the  Son,  "  Afcend  ^nd  fit 
^'  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiilive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
*^  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command* 

3  *'  That  day  fhall  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  iliints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  fmners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
«'  Where  hoUnefs  in  beauty  fliines.*' 

4  O  blefTed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vicl'ry  fhall  en fue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  ntorning  dew. 


Psalm  llO: 243 

Psalm  ex.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  and  priejlhood  of  Chrifl, 
I   T^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
i     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  •, 
«'  Eternal  iliall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 
£  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die, 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  forever  thofe  that  fly 
•"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine, 

3  "  By  me  Melchizedek  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieil  at  once  j 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  pried,  fhalt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  king,  fhalt  rule  my  fons." 

4  Jefus  the  prieft  afcends  his  thrcnp, 
While  courifels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fliall  fpread. 
And  crufli  the  powers  that  dare  rebel  j 

Then  fliall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 
And  lend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way. 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood. 
The  fu tarings  of  that  dreadful  day 

&hall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

Psalm  CX.     Common  Metre. 

Chri/t's  kingdom  and  priefthood, 

I    TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit  : 
In  Zion  fiiall  thy  pow'r  be  known. 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 


244  Psalm  111. 


2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

^  Thy  converts  lliall  furpafs 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew^ 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree^ 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
*'  Eternal  ihall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchizedek,  that  wondrous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abrah'm  bkft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee.'* 

5  Jefus  our  prieft  forever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus  our  king  forever  gives 
TliC  blefflngs  of  his  love. 

6  God  fhall  exalt  his  frlorious  head. 

And  his  higji  throne  maintain  ; 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

Psalm  CXI.    \Jl  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

The  wifdom  &f  God  in  his  works, 

1  O  ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
l3   To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue. 
To  furead  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought 

How  glorious  in  our  iight  ! 
Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exacl;  is  nature's  frame ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  Mind  ! 


Psalm  tit.  245 

His  cQunfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'di^ 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons^ 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  Kps  pronounce^ 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  Ikies^ 

Thy  heavenly  fkill  proclaim  y 
What  fliali  we  do.  to  make  us  wife. 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  gracejf. 

Is  our  divineft  Ikill  ; 
And  he*s  the  wifeft  of  our  race. 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

Psalm  CXI.  2d  Part.   Com.  Metre. 

The  perfeHions  of  God. 

1  /^  REAT  is  the  Lord ;  his  works  of  might 
VJF  Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  ; 

Let  his  affembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord,. 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure ; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife^ 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin. 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  iin. 
W  2 


246  Psalm  112 


Psalm  CXII.     Particular  Metre, 

The  bleffings  of  the  liberal  man, 
1   nr^HAT  man  is  bleft  who  (lands  in  awe  . 
J.     Of  God,  and  loves  liis  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fliall  be, 
An  jnexhatifted  treafury. 

And  with  fucceiTive  honours  crown'd. 

p  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends ; 

A  gen*rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs. 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  lleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  lliall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  nll'd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliflion's  night ; 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife     . 
His  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempells  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  ftiipwreck  of  his  encanes. 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 


Psalm  112.  247 


The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony. 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs*d  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 


Psalm  CXI  I.     Long  Metre. 

The  blejjlngs  of  the  pious  and  charitable, 

I   ^  I  ^HRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
_!;    Love?  his  commands,  and  trulls  his  word  \ 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blellings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

3  Compafiion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid. 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid.        , 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  foul,  well  iix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  w^ord  \ 
Amidft  the  darknefs  Hght  fhall  rife. 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  dlfpersM  his  alms  abroad. 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  eanh  ihail  long  remain. 
While  envious  iiriners  fret  in  vain. 

Psalm  CXIL      Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded, 
I    TJ  APPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JTA     And  follows  his  commands. 


248  Psalm  113. 


Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

I  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

\  No  evil  tidings  fliall  furprife 
His  well  eftablifh'd  mind  ; 
Ilis  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

.  In  times  of  general  diftrefs, 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fiiine, 
Tq  ihew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs. 

And  give  him  peace  divine. 
His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 

Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

PsALM  CXIII.    Particular  Metre, 

The  maje/iy  and  condefcenjion  of  God, 

YE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  honours  of  his  name  record. 

His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifmg  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds. 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  : 
Let  no  created  great nefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might  ! 


Psalm  113.  249 


,  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do. 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

When  childlefs  families  defpair. 
He  fends  the  blefling  of  an  heir. 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name : 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice. 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  : 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

Psalm  CXIII.      Long  Metr; 

God  fovereign  and  gracious* 

YE  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  iing  : 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 
Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  iky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majeily  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  reitrain. 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  f 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 
Behold  his  love  ;  he  ftoops  to  view 
\¥hat  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  aiTairs  of  men  below. 
From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure. 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 


250  Psalm  114. 

Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones* 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  "With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon. 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 


Psalm  CXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  cU ending  JfraePs  journey. 

1  "IXTHEN  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

VV     ^^^^^  ^^^^  proud  tyrant  and  his  land. 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
■*    Their  King,  and  Judah  was  liis  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  Hieep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ^ 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And'  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  m.ountain,  ev'ry  flood. 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 


Psalm  115.  251 


The  King  of  Ifr'el :  See  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns ; 
The  rock  to  ftanding  poois  he  turns  : 
Flints  fpring  v/ith  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefD  the  Lord. 


Psalm  CXV,     Long  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or^  idolatry  reproved. 

1  T^TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft, 
X^    Not  to  ourfelves  is  gloiy  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Shin^  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  fhonld  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fliame. 

Say, "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  ?" 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  (kies  y 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  flonc  and  wood  ; 
At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  iJWith  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  their  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  : 

In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made. 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love. 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 


252  Psalm  115/ 

7  O  Ifr'el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  : 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up. 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

t  The  dead  nq  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  lilence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  fhall  live  to  fmg  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

Psalm  CXV.    Particular  Metre. 

Popijh  idolatry  reproved, 

1  nVTOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
J^    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 

Shine  through  the  earth  from  hcav'n  thy  bleft  abode. 
Nor  let  the  heathen  fay,  "  And  where's  your  God  !" 

2  Heav'n  is  thy  higher  court,  there  ftands  thy  throne. 
And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done. 

Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earthy  thefe  heav'nshe  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  {hapes  of  eyes  and  ears  5 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 
Their  hands  are  lielpiefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move  *, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r,  nor  love  \ 
Yet  fottKb  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 

To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movclefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  liave  ftatues  well  adorn'd  \^  iih  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coaifer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  prieils  drive  on  the  folemn  ctadfe. 
Ami  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  homers  made.] 


Psalm  116.  253 


Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !   'Tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  is  moro  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifr'cl,  truft  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  : 
His  worlliip  does  a  thcufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heavenly  {hield. 

In  God  we  trufl  ;  owr  iinpious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'donr  days, 
And  death  and  ilknce  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :  Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  bu'lt  the  fkies. 


Psalm  CXVI.    ijl  Part.    Com.  Met, 

Recovery  from  ficknefs . 

1  T  LOVE  the  Lord :   be  heard  my  cries, 
J_     And  pity'd  every  groan  ; 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
ril  baftcp  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  tlie  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  niv  griefs  au-iy  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  1 

3  My  flefh  declined,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
While  inward  pangr,  and  fears  of  htih 
Perplexed  my  wakeful  hct^d. 

4  "  My  Gcd,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  ilive, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
''  Thy  pov/*r  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trufl." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  didreH:, 

He  bid  mv  pains  remove : 
X 


254  Psalm  116. 


Return,  my  foul,  to  God,  thy  reft. 
For  thou  hail  known  his  love. 
6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death. 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  Vi\  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

Psalm  CXVL    2d  Part.   Com.  Met. 

Ver.   12,  he.     Vows,  juade  in  trouble,  paid  in   the 
church  ;  or,  public  thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

1  "^"^THAT  Ihall  I  render  to  my  God 

VV    ^^^'  ^^^  ^^s  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  viiit  thine  abode. 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  J^mong  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 

My  ofF'rings  fliall  be  paid  ; 
There  ihall  my  zeal  perform  tlie  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleifed  God  ! 
Plow  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  1 
How  precious  Is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  1 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  carc^ 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  {hall  my  purpofe  move ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosM  my  bonds  of  pain, 
A^nd  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now. 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 


Psalm  117.  255 

<utfra  ■  .-.  ■!!.   ■   ■ — ■ —^ 

Psalm  CXVII.    Common  Metre. 

Fraife  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  /^  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
\J    Each  with  a  diff'rent  tongue  : 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land  i 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad : 
Forever  firm  his  truth  Hiall  (land ; 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 


Psalm  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  feies. 
Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praife  ihall  found  from  ftiore  to  Ihore, 
1  ill  funs  fliall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

Psalm  CXVII.     Short  iMetre. 

THY  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Shall  found  through  diflant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word. 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 

Far  be  thine  honour  fpread. 
And  long  thy  praife  endure. 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


256  Psalm  118. 


Psalm  CX VIII.  iJlPart.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  6 — 15.     Deliverance  from  a  iumult. 
J   T^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
JL     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  Heav*n  affords  me  aid. 
^  Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee. 
And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trufl  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees  my  foes  befet  me  round  ; 

A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ! 
But  I  ihall  all  their  rage  confound 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  through  tiie  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong. 

In  him  my  lips  rt  joice  ; 
"While  his  lalvation  is  my  f>ng, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  1 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ; 

When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  \ 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  ; 
Let  Ifr'el  tune  immortal  fongs 
'    To  his  almiighty  grace. 

PsALM  CXVIII.   2d  Part.    Com.  M. 

Ver.  17 — 21. 
Public  pralfe for  deliverance' from  death* 

1   T     ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
J^  ^   And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  j 


Psalm  118.  257 


Now  fliall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die. 
If  God  refolve  to  lave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before. 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore. 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death, 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now. 

For  we  fiiall  worihip  there ; 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Amongft  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  : 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints^ 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

Psalm  CXVIII.  ylPart.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  22,  23.     Cbriji  the  foundation  of  his  chttreb, 

1  "O  EHOLD  the  fure  foundation-ftone 
Jj  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon. 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  iinners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name  ; 
They  trull  their  v*^hole  falvation  here. 
Nor  iliall  they  fufFer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifn  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Rejecl  it  with  difdain  ^ 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  (hall  reft. 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
4.  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood. 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thine  own  Vv'ork,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 
X2 


258  Psalm  118. 


Psalm  CXVIII.  ^th  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  24 — 26.     Ik/anna;  the  Lord's -day  ;  or^CbrijVs 
rcfurretlion  and  our  fahatioru 

I   ^  I  'HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made^ 
j|_     Lie  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praife  farround  the  throne. 

0.  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 
A.nd  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread. 
And  all  his  wonders  telL 

3  Llofanna  to  th*  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Llelp  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blcft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meflagea  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name. 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  llofanna  in  the  high  eft  ftrains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  hsav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns. 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

Psalm  CXVIII.  ^^-^-|.  Short  Met. 

An  hofunna  f^.r  the  Lord's  day  ;    or,  a  new  fun ?^   of 
fahation  by  Chri/i. 

I        OEE.  v.'hat  a  living  irone 
5,3  The  builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon,     . 
lu  fpite  of  envious  Jcv;s. 


Psalm  118.  2  59 


2  The  Scribe  and  angry  priell 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  fliali  Zion  red. 
As  the  chief  coiner  (lone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine. 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine. 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

This,  is  the  glorious  day 
^hat  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
■  rejoice,  and  ling,  and  pray, 
^  .i  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  llofanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 

Blcfs  him,  ye  faints ;   he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  AVe  blefs  thine  holy  word, 
Which  all  this  grace  difphiys ; 

And  ofter  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

PsalmCXVIIL   22—27.   LongM. 

j^n  hofan7ia  for  the  Lord^s-day  ;    0'\^  a  new  fong  of 
faivaUon  by  Chrlft. 

1  T     01  what  a  glorious  corner- ft  one 
J_j   The  Jewiili  builders  did  rcfufe  ; 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon. 
In  fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  1  tlie  work  is  all  divine. 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  cur  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine. 
The  day  that  law  our  Saviour  rife. 


260 Psalm  119. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  bleft  ; 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  I 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race ; 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

Psalm  CXIX. 

/  Ijavn  coUeded  and  difpofcd  the  mojl  ufeful  verfes  of  this  Pfalm 
tinder  eighteen  different  heads^  and  formed  a  Divine  Song  upon  each 
of  them.  But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed  to  attain  fome  degree 
of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  ivords  law,  commands,  judgments, 
teftimonies,  /  have  uftd  gofpel,  word,  grace,  truth,  promiies, 
ijfc.  as  more  agreealle  to  the  Ne-w  Tefiament,  and  the  comrnon  lan-^ 
guage  of  Cbrljiians,  and  it  equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmifly 
'u'hich  luas  to  recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

Psalm  CXIX.  ijl  Part.   Com.  Met. 

The  bleffednefs  ef  faints^  and  mifery  offinners, 
Ver.  I,  2,  3. 

1  T>  LEST  are  th'  undefil'd  in  heart, 
J3    Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  j 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart. 

But  fly  from  e'v'ry  fm. 

2  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word. 

And  pradife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  leek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands, 
Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abicie  i 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  ftcady  feet  afide. 


Psalm  119.  261 


Ver.  6. 

4  Then  iliall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  1  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver.  2  1,  1 1 8. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate. 

The  proud  fliall  die  accurft ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  ilie  dull. 

Ver.  119,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  Vhe  wicked  are  ; 

And  thofe  thai:  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvativ)n  from  afar, 
But  never  tafto  thy  grace. 


Psalm  CXIX.    idPart,    Com.  Met, 

Secret  devotmi  andjpiritual'fnindednsfs ;    or,  conjlant 
con-verfe  with  God. 

Ver.  147,  SS- 

1  TPO  theej  before  the  dawning  light, 

J[     My  gracious  God,,  I  pray  j 
I  medirate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Ver.  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace; 

Thy  promife  bears  rne  up  ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  1  lift  iwy  hands. 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ^ 


262 Psalm  119. 

Tliy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praiib  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 
4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  Ikies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  v;arm  devotion  rife^ 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

Psalm  CXIX.  ^d  Part   Com.  Met. 

Prcfe/Jions  of  Jinccrity^  repentance  and  obedience^ 
Ver.  ^y,  60. 

1  ''T^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 

J_     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way. 
My  heart  makes  haile  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fufFers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  tedimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes : 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  Rrength, 
And  there  ray  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  U  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.  94,  114, 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  1 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  m^y  hiding  place. 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


Psalm  119.  263 

Ver.  112. 
6  Thou  haft  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  flatutes  to  fulfil  : 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  fball  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

Psalm  CXIX.  ,\.th  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Injirudion  from  fcripture. 
Ver.  9. 

1  T  T  OW  fliall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
X  A    And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts. 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean, 
Ver.  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind. 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftrudion  find. 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.  105.   . 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way.  '^ 

Ver.  99,  ICO. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are. 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife ;. 

I  hate  the  fmner's  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 


264  Psalm  119, 


Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  [The  ilarry  hcav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  : 
And  thcfo  thy  fervants,  night  and  day. 
Thy  ikill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel.  Lord, 

Have  lefibns  more  divine ; 
Not  earth  {lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ilars  fo  nobly  ihine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  116. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlailing  truth. 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  1 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth. 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 


Psalm  CXIX.  ^th  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Delight  in  fcripture  ;    er,  ike  word  of  God  du;el/irig 
in  us, 

Ver.  97. 

1  1^  HOVv^  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
%^    'Tis  daily  my  delight : 
A.nd  thence  my  meditations  dr^w 

Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day. 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  i 
Arid  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heav'aly  fong* 


Psalm  119,  265 


Ven  19,  103. 
Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feall ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 

So  much  allures  the  taile. 

Ver,  72,  127. 
•No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  (hall  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  fiiver  well  reiin\i. 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Ver.  28,  49,  175. 
When  nature  fmks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope. 

And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 


Psalm  CXIX.  6th  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  ivord, 

Ver.  128. 

1  T     ORD,  I  eft^cm  thy  judgments  right, 
&   J   And  all  thy'  ftatutes  jull ; 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  light 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 

Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  Kow  fweet  thy  comforts  be  1" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife. 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Y 


266  Psalm  119. 

Ver.  162. 
4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill. 
At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  ihare  the  fpoil 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

Psalm  CXIX.  'jth  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ivjperfeflion  cf  nature^  and  perfe6lion  offcripure. 

Ver.  96  paraphrafed. 
X   T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
I  J  To  form  one  perfecl:  book. 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfefl  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fm  forgiv'n. 

Nor  lead  a  flep  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  condudl  to  heav*n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call  j 

Perfeclion  here  below  ; 
How  fliort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall. 
And  can  no  farther  go ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfe<^ion  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace. 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfed  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


Psalm  119, 267^ 

Psalm  CXIX.  ^th  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  word  of  God  is  the  fa'mfs  portion  ;   or^  the  crxel- 
lency  and  'variety  offcripture, 

Ver.  1 1 1  paraphrafed. 

1  T     ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
I.  J   My  lalling  heritage  ; 

There  (hall  my  nobleil  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 

2  rU  read  the  hill'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  iight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove 
With  ever  frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife  ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown. 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have. 

It  makes  our  forrows  bleft  ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

Psalm  CXIX.  gth  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Dejire  of  kmwkdge  ;   or^  the  teachings  of  the  Spirit 
with  the  word, 

Ver.  64,  68,  18, 

1  nnHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

X     How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  falhionM  by  thy  hand. 

My  fecvice  is  thy  due  j 


268 Psalm  119, 

O  make  thy  fervaiit  underftand 
The  duties  he  muft  do. 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  Fm  a  flranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  conllant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heardft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  fhall  ft  ray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ilatutes  fliew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  forever  Tii  purine, 
His  law  Ihall  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more. 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 
-  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 
ril  ne*er  forget  thy  law  ; 
Nor  let  that  bleifed  gofpel  go. 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.  27,  171. 
0  When  I  have  learn'd  m,y  Father's  will. 
Til  teach  the  world  hii  ways  : 
My  thankful  lips,  infpirM  with  zeal. 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 


Psalm  119.  269 


Psalm  CXIX.  lothPart.  Com.Met. 

Pleading  the  promifes* 

Ver.  38,  49. 
r  XJ  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
J3    Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  4I5  5S?  1^7- 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promised  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addr els  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42.  ^ 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ! 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward. 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  CXIXTi  i tk  Part.  Com.  M. 

Breathing  after  holinefs. 
/         ^    Ver.  5,  33. 

1  (T^  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\J  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill  i 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart  I 


2:70  Psalm  119, 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  aci:  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn"  off  mine  eyes  j 

Let  no  corrupt  d^fign, 
Nor  covetous  delir'es,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.  133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 

Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  adray  ; 

My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
R.eflore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  j 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands. 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

Psalm  CXIX.    iiith  Part.   Com.  M, 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 

Ver.  153. 
Y  God,  confider  my  diflrefs. 
Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe ; 
Though  I  have  fmn'd  again  ft  thy  grace, 
1  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  1 16. 
Forbid,  forbid  the  iliarp  reproach     • 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ^ 


^ Psalm  119. 211 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  u^y  ihaine  appear. 

Ver.  12  2,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me  j 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  82. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail  ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"  And  make  my  comforts  rife?" 

Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  flicw  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

Psalm  CXIX.    iphParL    Com.  M. 

Holy  fear y  and  iendernefs  of  confclence* 

Ver.  10. 

1  "^"^TITH  my  whole  heart  Fve  fought  thy  face, 

VV     O  let  me  never  (Iray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  fmner's  way  ! 

Ver.  1 1 . 

2  Thy  word  Fve  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean. 
And  be  an  everlafling  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifmgTm. 

Ver.  61,  SZ^'^S^^ 

3  I  m  a  companion  of  the  faints. 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  : 


272  Psalm  119, 

My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints. 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word, 

Ver.  i6i,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong. 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver.  161,  120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  fiefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.  166,  174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  dill  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


Psalm  CXIX.   14^/2  Part  Com.  M, 

Benefit  of  afflldms^  and  f up  fort  undeKtJjem* 

Ver.  153,  81,  82. 

1  I^ONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\^   And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints ; 
V/hen  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflidions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  GocL 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  Is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  dillrefs  begins, 


Psalm  119.  273 


I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way. 
And  hate  my  former  fins, 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight. 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled. 
My  foul,  oppreit  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  amonf>:ft  the  dead. 

5  I  know  thy  judginents,  Lord,  arc  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere : 
The  (harpeft  furT'rings  I  errdure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

A^er.  6-]. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chafl'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ft  ray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

Psalm  CXIX.  i^thPa/rt.  Com.  Met. 

Holy  refohiiions, 

Ver.  g^)* 

1  1^  THAT  thy  fiatutes,  ev'ry  hour, 
V^  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  daily  peace  1  find. 

Ver.  1 5,  I  o. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  n\y  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  tliy  commands^ 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 


274 Psalm  119. _^ 

From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  deelare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ;  * 

ril  fpeak  thy  word,  though  kings  fhould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  iinful  ihame. 

Ver.  61 5  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutons  ri/e 

To  rob  me  of  my  right ; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies. 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  1 1 5. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

Psalm  CXIX,   1 6th  Part.    Com.M. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

Ver.  25,  37. 

1  T\/FY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull  j 
1.  ▼  A  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ! 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  luft. 

Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fliould  loiter  in  my  race. 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 


Psalm  119.  275 


Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  iTiercies  IbvVeign  ftill. 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Ver.  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love. 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move. 
Without  enliv'ning  grace ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more. 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  powV, 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CXIX,  lythPart.  Long  Met. 

Courage  and  perfeverance  under  perfecution  ;  or^  grace 
Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.  143,  28. 

1  "TXTHEN  pain  and  anguifli  feize  me.  Lord, 

W     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word : 
My  foul  diffolves  for  heavinefs. 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 

Ver,  5 1,  69,  no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies. 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes. 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  lin  j 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Ver.  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe. 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name. 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fliamer 


276 Psalm  119. 

Psalm  CXIX.    Lafi  Part.  Long  M. 

Sajidified  qffli^lions  ;    or^  dsUgbt  in  the  word  of  God. 
Ver.  6y,  59. 

1  T?ATHER,  I  blefs  tliy  gentle  hand  ; 
J7     How  kind  was  thy  chaftifmg  rod, 
That  forc'd  nny  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  vvand'ring  foul  to  God  ! 

2  Fooliili  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges.  Lord ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loll  my  way, 
But  now  i  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  J  I. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke. 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ilroke. 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  W^eft^n  hills  of  golden  ore. 

^jL^A^;..  Y^r.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  m.ortal  frame. 
Thy  Spirit  formed  my  foul  v^ithin  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name. 
And  guard  me  fiife  from  death  and  fm, 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  faivation  ffiail  rejoice  ; 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word. 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


_^ Psalm  120,  121;  277 

Psalm  CXX.    Common  Metre; 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;    or^  a  devout 
wijh  for  peace. 

1  nPHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bled, 

X     Pity  my  fuft'ring  ftate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  let  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafmg  brawlings  v/afte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place. 

How  would  I  choole  to  dwell 

In  fome  v/ide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefiing  that  I  feek. 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpcak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  padions  flill  their  fouls  engage, 

y\nd  keep  their  malice  ftrong  ; 
What  Ciall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  ihrough^ 

Stricl  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  1  had  rather  fpare  my  foe. 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 


Psalm  CXXL      Long  Metre. 


'U 


Divine  proieclion, 

P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies ; 
Z 


278  Psalm  121 


Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  j 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  ;  the  cverhfting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  5 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made. 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day  ; 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  vale,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps. 

4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurcly  reft ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flumber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  head  by  day. 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  flckly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  "ilar 
Dart  his  malignant  hre  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn. 
Still  thou  flialt  go,  and  ftill  return 

Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour. 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road. 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Psalm  CXXL     Common  Metre. 

Prefervajio?:  by  day  and  night, 

I   T^O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
j|_     There  all  my  hopes  .are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fkies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 


Psalm  121.  279 

Their  feet  fhall  never  flide  to  fall. 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  : 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  j 

His  eyes  can  never  flecp. 

He  will  fuftain  our  weakcft  powVs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moll  unguarded  hours 

Againft  furprifmg  harm. 

Ifrael,  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 

For  thine  eternal  guard. 

:  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite ; 
He  Ihields  thy  head  from  burning  noon  5 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

>  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Psalm  CXXI.     Particular  Metre. 

God  our  preferver. 
PWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes. 


u 


From  God  is  all  my  aid  j 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies. 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly  ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 


280  Psalm  121,  122. 

2  My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares. 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide^ 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes. 

Which  never  fleep, 

Shall  Ifrael  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air. 
Shall  take  my  health  away. 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  Ihade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hail  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word. 
To  fave  my  foul  from  deatji  ? 
And  I  can  truli  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
ril  go  and  come. 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


PsALM  CXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Gcii/2g  to  cbu7xb» 

1  If  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
J7j[    My  friends  devoutly  fiy, 

'^  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day  ['' 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace^ 


k> 


Psalm  122.  28l 


Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  fliow  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne. 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  fmners  from  the  faints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  : 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

Psalm  CXXII.     Particular  Metre. 

Gci?ig  to  church, 

1  Y  TOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 
XJL  To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to-day  5" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haRe  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace. 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  ^ 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
Z  2 


i^^ Psalm  122,  123, 

3  There  David^s  gi^m^Tsi^n 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne  : 

Rp  17^ ''/.^""^  J^^Sment  there  j 
He  bids  the  faint  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  finner  fad 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate. 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

io  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  • 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace. 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleJdings  on  him'  reft  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows^ 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  !'' 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 

And  hnce  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  fliall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Psalm  CXXIIL     Ccmi^n  Metre. 

Pleading  with  fubmijfioji, 

'   ^^'  THOU,  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
y^     Enthron'd  above  the  ikies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  mafter's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 
Or  maids  before  their  milirefs  ftand, 
Kv\(^  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So  for  our  firs  we  juflly  feel 
Thy  difcipline,  O  God  \ 


Psalm  123,  12L  283 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill. 

Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 
Thofc  who  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live. 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 

Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compaflion  lies  ; 
This  thought  fliall  bear  our  fplrits  up. 

That  God  will  not  defpife. 

Psalm  CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Afongfor  piihlic  deliverance, 

AD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrael  fay. 
Had  not  the  Lord  maintained  our  fide. 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  j 

a  The  fwelling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath. 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 
We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  waters  had  o*erwhelm'd  our  fouL 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fhout  and  fing. 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  ftroke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  Forever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
Who  fiv'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword. 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name,  - 

V/ho  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  fkies ; 
He,  that  upholds  that  wondrou-s  frame. 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eye*. 


284  Psalm  125. 

Psalm  CXXV.    Common  Metre. 

The  fain  fs  trial  andfafety. 

1  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
U     And  firm  as  mountains  be, 

Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft. 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground. 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  "While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  tlie  rod. 

4  Deal  gently.  Lord,  with  fouls  iincere. 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrill  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
'  The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  folFwers  too. 


F 


Psalm  CXXV.     Short  Metre. 

The  faint*  s  trial  and  fafcty  ;  or^  moderated  offli^ims, 

IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt. 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground. 
So  God,  and  his  almighty  love, 
Embrace  his  flints  around. 


\ 


Psalm  125,  126.  285 

3  What  though  the  Fatlier's  rod 
Drop  a  chaltifing  ilroke. 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  t©o  deep. 
Its  fury  lliall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace. 
Proclaim  their  hearts  lincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 

The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifli  fear 
Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft. expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

Psalm  CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Surpriftng  deliverance, 

1  "^"^THEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 

W    J^y  ^"^^s  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme  \ 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appeared  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  \vith  pleafure  ihout  thy  praiie. 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  WJien  we  reviewed  our  diAnal  fears, 
'T\vas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifli  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 


286 Psalm  126.  

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field. 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
"Will  {hout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fl\eaves. 

Psalm  CXX"\^I.    Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  lonverfion  ;    or,  7nelanchoIy 

removed* 

1  "^"TTHEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

^V     ^"^  chang'd  my  mournful  flate^ 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  fo  great. 

2  The  Nvorld  beheld  the  glorious  change. 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains, 
And  fung  furpriiing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd. 

And  own'd  lliy  pow'r  divine  ; 
*'  Great  is  the  vv-ork,"  my  heart  reply 'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  Ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fidnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  (liall  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great. 
And  fliout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  duft. 

It  flian't  deceive  their  hope ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft. 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 


Psalm  127, 287 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  hleffing  of  God  on  the  biijinefs  and  comfcrts  of  life. 

1  TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

J_  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done. 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread. 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ; 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft  \ 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleflings  too. 
If  God  our  fov'reign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  1 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love ! 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 

God  all  in  aiL 

1  TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
X  The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beam.s  arife. 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And,  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  ikies, 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  lleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare. 

In  vain,  till  God  has  bleft ; 
But  If  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  Ihall  have  food  and  reft. 


288  Psalm  128,  129. 


4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends. 
Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

Psalm  CXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 

Family  hlcjjtngs. 

1  r^  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  filPd 
\_^  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  !  ■ 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

His  life  adorns  the  lawi 

2  A  careful  Providence  fball  ftand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head. 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  hlefiings  ihed. 
^  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine ; 
Thy  children  round  thy  board. 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  fhine. 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fliall  thy  befl  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come ; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  v.'hofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  Ins  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  linking  church  arife. 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PsALM  CXXIX.     Common  Metre. 

Pcrfecuiors  puntjhed. 

I   f  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 
1^    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tearr.  ; 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 


Psalm  129,  289 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ^ 
Oft  they  affaird  my  riper  age, 
But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flefh, 

With  furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrefli, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  lleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne. 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done. 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul  1 

6  Thus  fliall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blailed  from  the  fky ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  £iints. 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

7  [What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair. 

They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fliall  perifli  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

8  [So  corn,  that  on  the  houfe-top  (lands. 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fliall  hll  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  flieaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place : 

No  traveller  beftows 
A  word  of  blefiing  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 
A  A 


290  Psalm  130, 


Psalm  CXXX.    Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  /^UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
V^  The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  fliould  thy  feverer  eye. 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity. 
No  mortal  fleih  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  hath  bought  them  with  his  blood. 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee, 

4  £1  wait  for  thy  falvation.  Lord, 

With  flrong  delires  I  wait ; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  Ikies, 
Watch  the  firil  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  : 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they. 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  trufl. 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  asjuft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


Psalm  130,  131:  291 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  finners  long  enfiav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Ifrael  fhall  be  fav'd. 

Psalm  CXXX.     Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  T7R0M  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
X^    To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries ! 

If  thou  leverely  mark  our  faults. 
No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hafl:  built  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there. 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face. 
And  hope  and  love  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait. 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truftis  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fliall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  ; 

Let  niourninii  fouls  addrcfs  the  Lord,  ^ 

And  find  reUef  from  all  their  paiiu     ~ 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace. 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  fmful  ways. 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PsALM  CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Hiwiility  and fuhmijfion, 
I   TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
i  Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  j, 


292  Psalm  131,  132. 

Or  do  I  acl  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill. 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will. 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind. 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
A.nd  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

Psalm  CXXXIL  5,13-18.  Long  M 

At  the  fcttlement  of  a  church  ;    or^  the  ordination 
of  a  minlfter, 
I   XT  THERE  iliall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
V  V     ^"  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
Amon2:ft  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

1  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe.thc  hill 

Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 
'    His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bled. 

3  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
"  And  reign  forever,'^'  faith  the  Lord ; 

"  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
"  x^nd  blefilngs  flrall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  1  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

^'  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  : 
*'  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"  With  fweet  provinon  (liall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth*d  with  grace, 
"  My  pricfts,  my  minifters  fhall  ihine ; 


Psalm  132.  293 


"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
"Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fliout  and  fing  ; 
*'  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King» 

7  ["  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

'^  Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 

"  His  crown  fliall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

*'  While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame.'*] 

Psalm  CXXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15 — 17.     A  church  eflahlljhed* 

1  ClWT^  lleepnor  flumber  to  his  eyes 

\^    Good  David  would  afford. 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name. 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go. 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  faints  aifemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 
Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife. 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  ! 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train. 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  \ 
A  A  2 


2£4 Psalm  132,  133. 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  .vows, 

Here  let  tliy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provilions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign  ; 

Let  God's  Anointed  fliine  j 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pov/r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne, 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefli  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  Ihame  confound  his  foes. 

PsALM  CXXXIII.   Common  Metre. 

Brotherly  love. 
I   T     O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
_Li   Are  brethren  that  agree  1 
Brethren,  whofe  cheerful  hearts  unite 
in  bands  of  piety  ! 

3  When  ftreams  of  love,  from  Chrifl  the  fpring, 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul. 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  fweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  l^ead. 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet. 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  gi*acc  diftih 


Psalm  133. 29_5 

Psalm  CXXXIII.    Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints ;     or,  love   and  worjhip   in  a 
family. 

I        T5  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

J3  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one. 
Whole  kind  deiigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe. 
Through  all  their  a(flions  run. 

9       Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  longs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows. 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread. 
And  plealure  filFd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above. 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Ps4LM  CXXXIII.    Particular  Met. 

The  hlejfings  of  friendfhip. 

1  T  T  OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

JL  X  Kindred  and  friends  agree. 
Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part, 

With  fympathilihg  heart. 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love ! 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  flied 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fv/eet  : 


296  Psalm  134,  135, ^ 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 
DifFus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  bleft  his  feet. 

3       Like  fruitful  ihow'rs  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills  5 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

{^Repeat  the  firjljlanza^  if  necejfary,'] 

Psalm  CXXXIV,   Common  Metre, 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

1  ""^T^E  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 

X     Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r. 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  : 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas. 

Psalm  CXXXV.  ift  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  I — 4,  14,  19—^21. 
The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 
I   T3 RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name, 
,  J7     While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong. 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 


Psalm  135, 297 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  : 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  j 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  flill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  : 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints. 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreffor's  rod ; 
He  gives  his  fuiPring  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  Th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts,  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells: 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

Psalm  CXXXV.  2d  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  5 — 12. 

The  ivorks  of  creation^  pro'vidence^  redemption  of  JjraeU 

and  de/iruMion  of  enemies, 

1  f^  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
^\jf  Above  all  pow'rs,  and  ev'ry  throne : 
Wliate'er  he  pleafe,  in  earth  or  fea, 

Or  heav*n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flaih,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 

^   When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  men^ 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 


298 Psalm  135. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael,  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace. 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poiTefs, 
Whence  thofc  apoftate  angels  fell. 

Psalm  CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Ftaife  due  to  God^  not  to  idols. 

I      A   WAKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
XA.  Your  fweeteft  pafTions  raife. 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fmg, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord ;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  : 
IBut  flill  his  faints  arc  near  his  throne. 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  : 
Lightning  and  ilorm,  at  his  command. 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fides. 

^  All  pow'r,  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  Ciould  ne'er  be  nam'd, 
Where  cur  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  Hocks  or  ftones  they  trufl 

Can  give  them'fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfliip  glitt'ring  duft. 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 


Psalm  135,  136.  295 

Their  feet  were  ne*er  defign'd  to  walk. 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  : 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

S  Ye  faints,  adore  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode. 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.      Common  Met. 

God's  wonders  of  creation,  providence^  redemption  of 
Ifrael,  andfalvation  of  his  people, 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
VJP"    His  mercies  flill  endure  ; 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd. 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ; 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone  : 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  : 

How  bright  his  counfels  fhine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  : 
His  works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  ; 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  \ 

His  arm  is  great  in  might  : 


300  Psalm  136. 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffage  through  ; 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown 'd  j 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground } 
Eternal  be  his  praife. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  h^nd  j 

Vi(5lorious  is  his  fword  ; 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promised  land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 

g  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fm  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ; 
How  boundlefs  was  his  love  ! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  wo  ; 

His  goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  5 
And  ftill  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  ; 

His  mercies  ftill  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  iing ; 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.   Particular  Metre. 

I    ^^  IVE  thanks  to  God  mod  high, 
%^^    The  univerfal  Lord  , 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings  ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  povvV  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 


Psalm  136.  301 


How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas. 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 

Shall  dill  endure  j 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars, 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

[He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons. 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  : 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord^, 

Shall  ftill  endure ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red  Sea  in  two. 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wondrous  paflage  through. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

Bb 


302  Psalm  136. 


6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hod  he  drown'd  j 
And  brought  his  Ifr'el  fafe 
Through  a  long  defert  ground. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pause. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poffeflion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  dill  the  fame  j 
And  let  his  name 
Have  cndlefs  praife.]] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  perilhing  in  fin. 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftatc 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 


Psalm  136.  303 


lo  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  Kin^fr  j 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  ling. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill  endure ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 


Psalm  CXXXVI.    Abridged.    L.  M 

1  ^^  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
\jjr  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  iti  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure. 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  iky. 
And  fix'd  the  ilarry  lights  on  high : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning-light. 
He  bids  the  moon  direcl:  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  fliall  fliine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand. 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  land  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin. 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within : 


304  Psalm  138, 


His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 

When  death  and  iin  fliall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  j 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong, 

8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  5 

His  mercies  ever  Ihall  endure,  ■^'* 

When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more. 

Psalm  CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Rejloring  and  preferring  grace* 
.1  ["^"WTiTH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue, 
VV     i'^^  praife  rny  Maker  in  my  fong  : 
Angels  ihall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

1  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care^ 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies.] 

3  rU  fmg  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
ril  {\x\^  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below. 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe ; 

He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  \  '^^- 

He  did  my  rifing  fears  control, 

And  ftrength  diifus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate. 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorns  the  great  j 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 


Psalm  139,  3O5 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand. 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive^ 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alivc^ 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins^ 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  } 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes^ 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  Iji  Part.  L.  Met; 

The  all-feeing  G^d, 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  ^ 

1  4  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flefh,  with  all  their  powVs^ 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 
Are  to  my  God  diftinclly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak. 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break, 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand  ; 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  alleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  1  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powVs  I  boaft. 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpe(5l  loft. 

5  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  pofiTefs  my  breaft, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  j 

Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there.'* 

Bbz 


306  Psalm  139, 


P  A  U  S  E   I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove. 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhuny 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthroned  in  light  j 
.    Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns. 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firfl  arrive. 
And  there  arrefl  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight. 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night. 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray. 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breall. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  refl ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  paiTions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there/* 
Pause  IL 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes : 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through  midnight  fliades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree. 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy^ 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  liis  eve^ 


PsA-LM  1S9,  307 


13 


"  O  may  thefe  thoughts  polTefs  my  breaft. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  I 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
Confent  to  fm,  for  God  is  there." 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  2d  Part.  LongM. 

T/je  wonderful  formation  of  man, 

1  ''TnWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

i     A  work  of  fuch  a  curioiis  frame  j 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  (nine. 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkilii  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvcy. 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay ; 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took^ 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam*d. 
And  v/hat  thy  fov^reign  counfels  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  cdpy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft,  to  Ihew  my'Maker^s  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame. 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finifh'd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began. 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man  : 

Great  God.  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause, 

-6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age 
Tve  aded  on  Ufe's  bufy  ftage. 
Thy  thoughts  r^  love  to  me  fur  mount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount* 


3o8  Psalm  139. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fliore. 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  imprefs'd. 
With  thefe  I  give  mine  eyes  to  reft  ^ 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poffefe  my  mind« 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  ^dPart.  Long  JVL 

Sincerity  profejfed^  and  grace  tried  ;  or,  the  heart* 
fearching  God* 

X  T\  4[Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

-LVJL  When  impious  men  tranfgrefe  thy  will ! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain» 

a  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me» 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought  ^ 
Though  mine  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  I 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  llray. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfed  way. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  ijl  Part.  Com.  M. 

God  is  every  where. 


I 


N  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee. 
In  vain  my  foul  would  try 


Psalm    139.  309 


To  ihan  thy  prefence.  Lord,  or  fiee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  riling  and  my  red  ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  vvays> 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beiet  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  {lill. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill. 
Secured  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire. 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
Li  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath. 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine. 
Thy  voice  could  break  the  bars  of  death. 
And  make  the  grave  reiign. 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 

I  %  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 


^lo  Psalm  139. 


9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fliades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  2d  Part,  Cora.  M 

The  wifdojn  of  God  in  the  formation  ofm^n. 

1  "^"TTHEN  I  with  plealing  wonder  ftand, 

y  y      And  all  my  frame  furvey. 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  :  I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poffeft. 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd. 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part. 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  by  thine  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind. 

Shew  m.e  thy  wondrous  (kill  j 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ilill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace* 


Psalm  139,  141:  311 

Psalm  CXXXIX.   3^  Part.  C.  M. 

Ver.  14,  17,  18.     The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  evening  Pfalm. 
1  T    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
I  J  They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  Ihore 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

a  My  flefli  with  fear  and  wonder  ftands, 
The  produd  of  thy  Ikill ; 
And  hourly  bleflings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  } 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour,  that  ends  my  fleep. 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

Psalm   CXLI.     Long  Metre, 

Ver.  2 — 5. 

Waichfulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof. 
A  morning  or  evening  Pfalm. 
X  TV/I"^  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
XV J.  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thy  houfe 
And  let  my  nightly  worfliip  rife. 
Sweet  as  the  evening  facrifice,  " 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord. 
From  ev'ry  ralh  and  heedlefs  word  j 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment,  flied, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 


312  Psalm  141,  142. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief^ 
I'll  cry  to  Heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
-And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

Psalm  CXLII.    Common  Metre. 

God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs, 

1  T^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

j_     From  God  I  fought  relief  ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes. 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows. 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone  ; 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by, 
Negle(5led  and  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry. 

And  caird  thy  mercy  near, 
*'  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  dig, 
''  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low  ; 

Now  lef'thine  ear  attend  ; 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
Fve  an  almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fliall  I  praife  thy  name ; 
And  holy  men  fliall  join  with  me 
Thy  kandnefs  to  proclaim. 


Psalm  143.  313 


Psalm  CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Co?nplaint  of  heavy  affli&ions  in  mind  and  body, 

1  T\  >TY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
xV i  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar. 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me ; 
Down  to  the  duft  my  life  is  brought. 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen. 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  mufmg  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

1  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again. 
And  third,  like  parched  lands,  for  rain, 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove ^^ 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave 
Will  link  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  j 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Dirtreiiing  pains,  diilr effing  fears  j 

C  G 


314  Psalm  143,  144. 

O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day. 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters.  Lord,  and  fliow 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  fliouldgo^ 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill ; 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Condud  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  Ihall  my  foul  no  more  complain. 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  j 
And  flefh,  that  was  my  foe  before. 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 


PsALM  CXLIV.  iji  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  I,  2. 

Affiflance  and  viBory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare. 

I  "pOREVERbleffedbetheLord, 
Jij    My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
•2  When  fm  and  hell  their  force  unite. 
He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftruds  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vi6l*ry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 


Psalm  144; 315 

Psalm  CXLIV,  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  3—6. 

The  vanity  of  fiian,  and  condefcenfton  of  God. 

I  T    ORD5  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man^ 
I   4  Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ! 
His  Hfe  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafting  to  the  duft. 

1'  O  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 
Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  viiit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  do\Vn, 
Who  fhakes  the  worlds  above, 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

Psalm  CXLIV.    12-15.  Long  Met, 

Grace  above  riches^  or^  the  happy  nation* 

1  T  TAPPY  the  city  where  their  fons 
Xj.  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet. 
And  daughters,  bright  as  poliih'd  flones, 

^  Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  flate. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  fheep. 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  j 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  fleep. 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd  j 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe, 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace  bellows. 


316  Psalm  145. 

Psalm  CXLV-     Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God, 

1  "^yTY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
J.  ▼  A  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  j 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  Til  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ilream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;  tliine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  flubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fliine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majclty  divine  ; 

Let  "ev'ry  realm  with  joy"  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  ioy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  w^ondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vaft  aad  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

PsALM  CXLV.    ifi  Part.  Com.  Met 

Ver.  1—7,  II  — 13. 
The  greatnefs  of  God, 
I   T     ONG  as  I  live  V\\  blefs  thy  name,. 
\  J  My  King,  my  God  of  love  y 


Psalm  145, 31^7 

My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown. 

And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
ril  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne. 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice. 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fliall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim. 
And  nations  found  thy  praife; 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  : 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate. 
With  public  fplendour  fhown. 

6  The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands  ; 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands.^ 
Though  rocks  and  hills  reoiove. 

PsALM  CXLV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 
Ver.  7,  &c. 

Tbe  goodnefs  of  God, 

1  O  V/EET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
^)  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  fongs  of  glory  fmg. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  j 

C  c  2 


31^ Psalm   145. 

Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fliines,. 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wail 

On  thee  for  daily  food  : 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  1 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race. 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints,  that  taile  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

Psalm  CXLV.    ^d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  14,  17,  &c. 
Mercy  to  f life rers  ;  or,  God  bearing  prayer. 

1  T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
1   4  Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 

Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raiie  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down. 

Or  virtue  lies  diflrefs'd 
Beneath  fome  proud  opprefTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'li  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tot t' ring  days. 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways,' 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel,. 
He  hears  his  children  cry, 


Psalm  145,  146.  319 


And,  their  beft  wiihes  to  fulfil^ 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  lincere  : 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  ftubborn  foes  his  fvvord  Ihall  flay. 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fliall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife. 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PsALM  CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth, 

1  T) RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  Ihall  join 
JL      ^^  works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 

Now  while  the  flefli  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  noblefl  pow'rs. 
While  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  fliall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  fliould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  povv'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifli  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifraei's  God  :  he  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  i^\^^  with  all  their  train. 
And  none  iliali  find  his  promife  vain.. 


S^ Psalm  146, 

5  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th*  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  laboring  confcience  peace. 
And  grants  the  pris'ncr  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  j 
He  helps  the  flranger  in  diftrefs. 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, . 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  flrains. 

PsALM  CXLVI.    Particular  Metre, 

Fraife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth, 

V  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
J[  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fliall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

\  Why  Ihould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour  ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

\  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  :  he  made  the  fky. 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  5     • 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure : 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 

And  none  ftiall  find  his  promife  vain. 


Psalm  147. 321 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace  y 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  evVy  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  drains. 

5  ril  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breathy 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  inall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fnall  ne'er  be  paft. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft. 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Psalm  CXLVII.    jji  Part.   Long  jZ, 

T/je  Divine  Nature^  Providence  and  Grace, 

1  13^^  AISE  ye  the  Lord  :  tis  good  to  raife 
J7     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  l 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  ; 
His  mercy  m.elts  the  ftubborn  foul. 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames  ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  j 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'dv. 


322 FsALM  147, 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  y 
And  all  his  glories»infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  fky ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn. 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  : 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  Ikill  or  force  ? 
The  fprightly  man,  the  v/arlike  horfe, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  adive  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  Gght : 
tie  views  his  children  with  delight : 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  locks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

Psalm  CXLVII.  2d  Part.  Long  M. 

Sunwwr  and  Winter, 

J.  "  T  •  ET  Zion"  praife  the  mighty  God, 

1   i   And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
**  For  fweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
"  And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife." 

fi  Our  children  are  fecure  and  bleft  y 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  y 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat. 
And  adds  his  bleifing  to  their  meat.. 


Psalm  147, S23 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains. 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends. 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  clattering  found  j 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold. 
That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  fouthern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flov/  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

^  To  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  ihown, 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  v — Praife  ye  the  Lord  ! 

Psalm  CXLVII.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  7— 9,  13— 18. 
The  feafons  of  the  year, 

1  "^XTITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

VV     Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  iky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleilings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown. 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat  ; 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  j 


824  Psalm  147,  148. 


He  bids  the  fun  cut  fliort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail. 
The  wretch  that  dares  this  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word,  and  melts  the  fnow. 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

■8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov 'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.  Particular  Metre. 

Traife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  "^^LT'E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

'  X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright. 

In  worlds  of  light. 

Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays. 
And  moon,  that  rules  the  night. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 


Psalm  148.  325 


'  His  pow'r  declare. 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  fliining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand. 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move. 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word. 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  pafl: : 

And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  lafl. 
In  difl''rent  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name. 
And  fpeak  his  praife. 

Pause. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race. 
And  monfters  of  the  deep. 
The  fifli  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep  ; 

From  fea  and  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow*r. 

S  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  fl:ormy  winds  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  word. 
Dd 


326 Psalm  148. 

When  lightnings  Ihine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  Ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there. 
And  trees  of  humbler  fizc. 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 

Beads  wild  and  tame. 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms. 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  ^ 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fmg. 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate. 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins,  and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join. 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
/      His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  ftrains» 

to  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  t>-od  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near. 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love. 


Psalm  148.  327 


While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife. 
His  faints  fhall  raife 
His  honours  higrh. 


Psalm  CXLVIIL.    Long  Metre. 

Paraphrafed.     Univerfal  praife  to  God, 

1  T     OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

1  J  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  helL 

Note.      *Th'is  Pfalm  may  he  fang  to  a  different  metre  ^  by  adding  the  tivojpl^ 
hiving  lines  to  every  Jianza,  "viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays^ 
But  ihey  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife* 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns  ! 
Let  evVy  angel  bend  the  knee  ! 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  ftrains. 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terror^  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell. 
An  awful  throne  of  fliining  blifs  : 

Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  : 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea. 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill ; 
Vallies,  lie  low  before  his  eye  \ 


328  Psalm  148,       ^ 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  iky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 
Eend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  drains  j 
The  lamb  mull  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  mufi:  make  his  praife  your  theme  j 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  llream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue. 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 

O  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  5 
Loud  as  his  thunder  Ihout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word! 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

i  2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.    Short  Metre. 

Univerftil  praife^ 
I       T    ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I  I  To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad,  . 


Psalm  148.  329 


2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams. 

And  moon  with  paler  rays. 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move. 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  Ihow'rs  of  fnow. 
Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fliow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  florms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprell ; 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause  L 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below^ 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high. 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood. 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze^ 

DD2 


330  Psalm  148 


Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

I  o  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear, 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

I I  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  various  wifdom  fhow ; 
And  flies,  in  all  your  fhining  fwarms, 
Praife  him  that  dreft  you  fo. 

1 2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'xily  grace. 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt. 

Pause    II. 
J  3  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th*  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand. 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring, 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 
While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

55  United  zeal  be  fliown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art. 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft ; 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  belt. 


Psalm  149.  331 

Psalm  CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

Fraife  God^  all  hh  faints  ;  or^  the  faints  judging  the 
world* 

1  A  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
jrx  -^^^  ^^^  y°^^  fongs  be  new ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  fliew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  ling ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife. 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft. 

Whom  iinners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duft, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fliould  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs. 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord.- 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends. 

And  bids  the  world  appear. 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here, 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  that  dar*d  rebel  ; 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doora'd  to  hell. 


332  Psalm  149,  150. 


8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumphs  fhall  afford  ; 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  j 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 


Psalm  CL,     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  I,  2,  6.     A  fong  of  praife. 

'  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  ; 
X  His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife. 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
£  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move. 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  : 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 
3  AI!  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath. 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death. 
My  foul  Ihall  praife  him  beft. 


The  Christian  DOXOLOGY, 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n.  ' 


Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  knowB, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


DOXOLOGIES.  333 


Common  Metre. 

Where  the  tune  includes  twojianzas* 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adorM 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath, 

II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  On€, 

Let  faints  and  ajigels  join. 

^hort  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worlhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

Particular  Metre, 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Through  ail  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne; 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

Particular  Metre, 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  \ 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  ; 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  iing, 
While  faith  adores. 


il       HYMNS 

\w  AND 

I  SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  I 

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In    three    books. 


I.  CoUeaed  from  the  Scriptures. 

II.  Compofed  on  Divine  Subjects. 

III.  Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper, 

By  I.  Watts,  d.d. 


And  tley  fung  a  new  Song,  faying,   Thou  art  tvorthy,  Wc.  for  thou 
ivafi  Jlain,  and  hafi  redeemed  «j,  ^c.  Rev.  v.  9, 


'\  Sollti  eflent  (i.e.  Clrlpan't)  convenire,  carmenque  Chrifto  quafi  4^\ 
,4        Deo  dicere.  Plinius  in  Ebifi.  ^i 


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A     TABLE, 

To  find  any  Hymn  by  the  firft  Line. 

JVe/*.     The  letters  <?,  h,  e,  denote  the  Firft,  Second,  and  Third  Book  ;  the 
Figures  dire6l  to  the  Hymn. 


■     A. 

ADORE  and  tremble,  for  our  Gpd 
Alas  !   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name 
All  mortal  vanities  be  gone 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 
And  mud  this  body  die 
And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes 
Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs 
As  new-born  babes  delire  the  breaft 
At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord 
Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Awake,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue 
•Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears 
Away  from  every  mortal  care 

B. 

BAC K W  A  RD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 
Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  tlieme 
Behold  how  fm'ners  difagree 
-Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Behold  the  grace  appears 
Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay 
Behold  the  Roie  of  Sharon  here 
Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
-Behold  the  wretcli  whofe  luft  and  wine 
Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Blefs'd  be  tlie  everlafting  God 
Blefs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love 
Blefs'd  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies 
Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 
'Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night 
But  few  among  the  carnal  \y\ih 
E  - 


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33 

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25 

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105 

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81 

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82 

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143 

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130 

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123 

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69 

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131 

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137 

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118 

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4 Table. 

C. 

AN  creatures  to  perte<ftIon  find 
Chrift:  and  his  crofs  are  all  our  theme 
Come,  all  harmonious  tongues 
Come,  dearefl  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
Come,  happ7  fouls,  approach  your  God 
Come  hither,  all  yc  weary  fouls 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove 
Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
Comie,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 

D. 

AUGHTERSof  Slon,  come,  behold 
Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrefs 
Djareft  of  all  the  names  above 
Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid 
Death  m.ay  diffolve  my  body  now 
Death  !   'tis  a  melancholy  day 
Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell 
Deep  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne 
Defcend  from^  heaven,  immortal  Dove 
Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word 
Do v/n  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 
Dread  So v 'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 

E. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad 
Eternal  Sov'reign  of  the  Iky 
Eternal  Sphit,  we  confefs 

F. 

FAITH  is  the brlghteft  evidence 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone 
Eather,  I  long,  I  faint,  to  f.e 
Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  (lands 
From  heav'n  the  fmning  angels  fell  ^  ^ 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  Ihall  rife 


b 

163 

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148 

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49 

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27 

b 

52 

a 

107 

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124 

b 

23 

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122 

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96 

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7 

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149 

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133 

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120 

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15 

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Table.  5 

GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong           -  -        fl^U 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  -              3  1 4.0 

Give  to  the  Father  praife             -             -  -             '^     3  7 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity             .             -  -            ^29 

Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  fky               -  -           ^59 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name             -  -             c    2j 

God  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife              -             -  -        ^  136 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice           -  -           ^79 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice             -  -          3     70 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name              -           "  -           3     27 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told             -  -          ^    53 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord             -  -       ^128 

Go,  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet             -  -              a  14.6 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou             •  -            ^67 

Great  God,  I  own  the  fentencejull             -  ~         a      6 

Great  God,  thy  glories  ihall  employ             -  -         ^167 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height              "  ^112 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace             -  -           ^  i59 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great              -  -      ^14+ 

H. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews  -        «  1 34 

Happy  the  church, 'thou  facred  place  -         ^64. 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign             -  -       ^    3^ 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet             -  -         ^3^ 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  •              ^63 

Hark  !   the  Redeemer  from  on  high             -  -        «    70 

Hear  what  die  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims  -         «     18 

Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  be  gone  -         ^73 

Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God             -  -            <^      4 

High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  -                ^115 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light             -  -               b     iS 

Honour  to  the  A  Imighty  Three              »  -               ^35 

Hofanna,  &c.               -               -             -  -           r  42-45 

Hofanna  to  o::.' conquering  King           -  -              ^89 

Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  light               •  -             6    ^6 

Hofanna  to  the  royal  Son             -             -  -           a    16 

Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found               -  -             5      d^ 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplayM             -  -          c    2§ 

Hov/ beauteous  are  their  feet             -             -  -           a     lo 

How  can  I  fmk  with  fuch  a  prop             -  -             i  116 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind            -  -          ^4, 


6  ■  Table. 

How  full  of  angulfli  is  the  thought 
How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  honourable  is  die  place 
How  large  the  proraife,  how  divine 
How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 
How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord 
How  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is 
Hov;  (liall  I  praife  th'  eternal  Qod 
How  Ihort  and  haily  is  oui  \Ae 
How  Ihould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God 
How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  plac£ 
How  vain  are  ail  things  here  below 
How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 

I. 

Cannot  bear  thine  ab^ence^  Lord 

I  give  immortal  praife 
1  h.ae  the  tempter  and  his  charms 
I  lift  my  banner,  f  lith  the  Lord 
1  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 
I'm  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord 
I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away 
I  fiHg  my  Saviour^s  wondrous  death 
Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear 
jc-hovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high 
Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
Jefus  invites  his  faints 
Jefus  is  gone  above  the  fkies 
Jefus,  the  m.an  of  condant  grief 
Jefus,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name 
Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet 
Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love 
In  vain  th^  wealthy  mortals  toil 
In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
Infinite  grief !    amazing  wo 
Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  power 
Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 
Is  this  the  kind  return 


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166 

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32 

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117 

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74 

Table,         7 

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Kind  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrin:  our  Lord  -             -     «    73 

L. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears  -            ^119 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  -             -            ^9 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown              -  -             -      ^  131 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend             -  -             -        «      7 

Let  God  the  Father  live             -  -             «-             c    28 

Let  God  the  Maker's  naine             -  -             -        f    31 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove  -             -       ^    66 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  -             -           '  ^    ^^ 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fmg  -             -         a    ^S 

Let  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be  -              -^19 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efteem              -  -              -       «  ^33 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fongs  -              -      b    21 

Let  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high  -              -       a    6 


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Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  -             -          b    99 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  -              -          ^160 

Let  them  negka  thy  glory,  Lord  -             -           ^35 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word              -  -               ^      5 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  -              -           ^125 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  -             -           a    SS 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat  -           •         b    37 

Like  fheep  we  went  ailray              -  -             -          ^142 

Lo  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  -              -           a    go 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  -             -            a    21 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight             -  -                ^    44 

Lo,  the  deftroying  angel  flies              -  -                b  i  ^j 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  -             -        b  16^ 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear               -  -              a     ^g 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  •              -          ^     1 1 

Lordi  how  fecure  and  bieft  are  they  -             '      ^    SI 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was  -          -             a  11$ 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  -             -        c    20 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vail  defigns              -  -              ^109 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind  -               b     26 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  -             -am 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece              -  -             -            ^37 

Lord,  VAThat  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace  -              -       b     16^ 
Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I 
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8        Table>  • 

Lord,  what  a  wrctclied  land  is  this 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

M. 

.TAN  has  a  foul  of  vafl  deiires 

X    Miiiakenl^ids  that  dream  cf  heaven 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My  drov.iy  pow'rs,  why  deep  ye  £0  -      .        - 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love  _  -  . 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys 
My  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is 
My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince 
My  foul,  come  meditate  the  day  ,  - 

My  foul  foriakes  her  vain  delight 
My  foul,  how  lovely.is  the  place 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubje6ts  roll  -  -  b       z 

My  thoughts  fm-mount  thefe  lower  Ikies  -  ^162- 

NAKED  as  irom  the  earth  we  came 
Nature  v.-ith  all  her  powers  (hall  fmg 
Nature  wi,th  open  volume  ftands 
No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  -       *       - 

No  !   I  fiiall  errv^y  them  no  more 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard 
Not  all  the  blood  of  bealls  .  -  - 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Not  different  food  nor  different  drefs 
Not  from  the  dud  a-5i:cton  grows 
Not  the  malicious  or  profane  ,  >  . 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 
Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  -       .      -. 

Now  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefl 
Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God 
Now  for  a  tune  cf  lofty  praife  -  .  - 

Now  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God 
Now  in  the  gidkries  ot  his  grace 


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LE. 


Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  -              -           a    gi 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife          -  -              -           ^  H?' 

Now  let  OUT  pains  be  all  forgot              -  -               c     16 

Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son             -  -             ^34 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  .           -           ^50 

Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  -           -          ^  157 

Now  fliall  my  inward  joys  arifc              -  -*  .           ^39 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong             -  -              ^47 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  -               a    61 

Now  to-  the  power  of  God  fupreme  -            -           ^137 

o. 


o 


FOR  an  overcoming  faith 


Oh  !   if  my  foul  was  forin'd  for  vv'o  -  Z*  106 

Oh  !   the  almighty  Lord  .  .  - 

Oh  tlie  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys 
Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night 
Once  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 
Our  days,  alas !   our  mortal  days 
Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands     . 
Our  fms,  alas  !   how  iirong  they  be  - 

Our  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord 
Our  fplrits  join  t*  adore  the  Lamb 

P. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defp?Jr 
Praife,  everlafling  praife,  be  paid 

R. 

RxA^ISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run 
Raife  your  triumphant  fongs 
Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground 

s. 

SAINTS,,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  v;ord 
Salvation  !   O  the  joyful  found 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flelh  and  blood 
Shall  we  go  on  to  fin 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  _  >  - 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
Sin  has  a  thoufand  treacherous  arts 
Sin  like  a  venomous  difeafe 
Sing  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  fkics 
Sing  to  the  Lord  widi  joyful  voics 


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Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofls            -  -          b    62 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board              -  -           ^23 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife             -  -           a  112 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs              -  -              «  132 

Stand  up,  my  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears  -                ^77 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife  -            ^28 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait           -  -            ^161 

T. 

TEPvRIBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high  -           ^22 

That  awful  day  will  furely  come  -              ^107 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name              -  -               ^    5S 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God             -  •              ^71 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd               -  -                ^30 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son             -  -            ^13^ 

The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay            -  -         <>     13 

The  law  by  Mofes  came             -             -  -              <7  1 1 S 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  -             ^121 

The  Lord  declares  his  will           .             -  -            b  120 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above           -  -             ^126 

Tlie  Lord  Jehovah  reigns              -              -  •            b  i6g 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims            -           -  -          a     85 

The  majefty  of  Solomon             -              -  -             ^113 

The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord              -  -             ^     ^5 

The  promife  of  my  Father's  love             -  -             ^3 

The  promife  was  divinely  free              -  -               ^  ^34 

The  true  Mefllah  now  appears            -           -^  -         b     12 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds             -  -              a    C<^ 

The  wond'ring  Vv^orld  inquires  to  know  •                 '^    IS 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  -                a  no 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight        "       -  -              b    66 

There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoic'd  -                a     11 

Thefe  glorious  m.inds  how  bright  they  fhine  -           ^41 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love             -  -             ^  IS^ 

Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above           -  -           a    6'j 

Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abralvm  pafs             -  -           ^127 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on             -  -            «    80 

Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command  -             ^116 

Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One            -  -             «     87 

Thus  faith  die  Ruler  of  the  fkies              -  -             ^83 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord            -  -              ^121 

Thus  faith  the  vvifdcm  of  the  Lord           -  -           ^93 

Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls           -  -         ^   AS 


Table.  11 


Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 

To  God  the  only  wife 

To  God  tlie  Fathers  throne 

To  him  who  chofe  us  firH 

To  our  eternal  God 

*Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 

*Twas  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord 

V. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
L^nOiaken  as  the  facred  hill 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 
Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high 

w. 

WE  are  a  garden  walPd  around 
We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 
We  fmg  th'  amiazing  deeds 
We  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  Iovq 
Welcome,  fweet  day  of  red 
Weil,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
What  diif' rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 
What  equal  h»  nours  ihall  we  bring 
What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe 
What  mighty  m.an,  or  mighty  God 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 
When  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  didrefs 
When  ftrangers  fland  and  hear  me  tell 
When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies 
Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord 
Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 
Who  has  believ'd  thy  word 
Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs 
Who  ihall  the  Lord's  ele<ft  condemn 


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Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 

Why  does  your  face>  ye  humble  fouls 

Why  do  we  mourn  depcirting  friends 

Why  is  my  heart  {o  far  from  thee 

Why  Ihould  the  children  of  a  King 

Why  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo 

Why  fliould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die 

With  cheerful  voice  I  fing  -  -  - 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong 

With  joy  w«  meditate  the  grace 

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Ye  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  yourg 
Ye  that  obey  th*  immortal  King 

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H       Y       M       N       S 

AND 

"    SPIPvITUAL    SONGS. 
BOOK    I. 

COLLECTED   FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

Hymn   I.      Common  Metre. 

A  new   Song  io   the  La?nb  that  was  JIain. 
Rev.  V.  6,  8,  9 — 12. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Jl)  Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name. 

And  fongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet. 

The  church  adore  around, 
"With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  faints. 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  ihall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  that  b03k, 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 


J4 Hymn  1,  2. B.  L 

5  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
The  ScHi  deferves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell !] 

"6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  flain> 
Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Farever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  haft  redeemed  our  fouls  with  blood, 

Haft  fet  the  prisoners  free  ; 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God^ 
And  we  Ihall  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  days. 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

Hymn  IL     Long  Metre. 

The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Chr'ifl, 
John  i.  I,  3,  14.  Col.  i.  i6.  ^k J  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

RE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad^ 


'E 


From  everlafting  was  the  Word 


With  God  he  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

^  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  \ 
By  him  fupported,  all  things  ftand  \ 
He  is  the  v;hole  creation's  head. 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fm  was  born,  or  Satan  fell. 
He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars  ;. 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell. 
Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 


B.  L  Hymn  2,  3, 1^5 

4  Bat  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms  ; 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay^ 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  flelh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ! 

How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  flefh  the  Godhead  fhone  ! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode,  ^ 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tcii 
The  love  of  our  defcending  God, 

The  glories  of  Immanuel.  _ 


Hymn   HI.      Short  Metre. 

The  Nativity  cf  Chrifl.    Luke  i.  30,  &c.— ii.  i  o,  &c, 
I       T>  EHOLD  the  grace  appears, 
XJ  The  promife  is  fulfill'd  ; 
Mary  the  wondrous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  child. 
s       [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  ftiall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The  nations  Ihall  his  grace  obtain. 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys. 
And  baniflies  their  fears. 

^      ''  Go,  humble  fwains,"  faid  he, 
«  To  David's  city  £y  j 
Ff 


16 Hymn  3,  5. KI 

"  The  promis'd  infant,  born  to-day, 
*'  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  "  With  looks  and  heart  ferene, 
«  Go  yifit  Chrift  your  King  j'' 

And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  ; 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  fing, 

7  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
*'  Good- will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

8  [In  worfhip  fo  divine, 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues. 
With  the  celeftial  hofts  we  join. 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs : 

9  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
*'  Good- will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  our  Redeemer's  bi-rth."] 

Hymn  IV.  Referred  to  the  2d  Pfalm. 
Hymn  V.     Common  Metre. 

Sub7ni/Jlon  to  afflidive  providences. 
Job.  i.  21. 

1  ""^TAKED  as  from  the  earth  wc  came, 
XAI    And  crept  to  life  at  firft. 

We  to  the  earth  return  again. 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy. 

And  fondly  call  our  own. 
Are  but  (hort  favours  borrowed  now. 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  links  them  in  the  grave ; 


B;L Hymn  5,  6. I7 

He  gives,  and  (bleffed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions,  then  ;. 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 
Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will. 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fliall  be  fpread. 
And  we'll  adore  the  juflice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

Hymn  VL     Common  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death.     Job  xix.  25,  26,  27. 

1  f^  RE  AT  God,  I  own  the  fentence  juft, 
\jr  And  nature  mufl  decay  j 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dull, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  fhall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat. 
And  death,  the  lail  of  all  his  foes. 
Lie  vanquifli'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fi^in. 

And  gnaw  my  walling  flelh. 
When  God  Ihall  build  my  bones  agaki. 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrelh. 

5  Then  fliall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  llrong  immortal  eyes. 
And  feall  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 


18 Hymn  1. B.  L 

Hymn  VH.     Common  Metre. 

The  invitation  of  the  go/pel ;    or,  fpiritual  food  and 

clothing,     Ifa.  Iv.  i,  2,  &c. 
I   T     ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
-L-J   -And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 
3?  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  llarving  fouls. 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  firive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  Wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away,  and  die  ; 
Jlcre  you  may  quench  your  raging  third 
With  fprings  that  never  dry, 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  ?ibundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perifliing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own. 

That  will  not  hide  your  fin  ; 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepared  by  Gcd, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlatling  mines, 


B.  L Hymn  7,  8, 19 

Deep  as  our  helplefs  miseries  are. 

And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 
9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies. 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Hymn  VIH.     Common  Metre, 

The  fafety  and  proieBion  of  the  Church, 
Ifa.  xxvi,   I — 6. 

1  TJOW  honourable  is  the  place 
\  X  Where  we  adoring  (land  \ 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  ftrong  falvation  made.j 
.      Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafling  gates. 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  ibtutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  fhall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys. 

And  live  in  perfedl  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  forever  truft, 

And  baniih  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  thouffh  the  rebels  dwell  on  hi<xhv 

His  arm  ftiail  bring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  fliall  bow, 

F  F  2 


20  Hymn  8,  9^ B.  I. 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  tread 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  fliall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

Hymn  IX.     Common  Metre. 

The  projnifes  of  the  covenant  cf  grace.     Ifa.  Iv.  i,  2. 
Zech.  xiii.  i.   Mic.  vii.  19,   Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 

N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choiceft  bleflings  earth  can  yield 

Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls 

With  more  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 

With  fuch  as  auQ-els  eat. 
Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace ; 
lie  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 

The  riches  of  his  Q:race. 
Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls. 

And  wafh  away  our  ftains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 

Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 
[Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  away, 

Though  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fin  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 

And  (hail  be  found  no  more. 

Ard  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again. 
His  Spirit  foall  bedew  our  fouls       > 

Like  purifying  rain.] 


B.  L  HyiMn   9,   10. 21 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,  ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move. 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath. 
Shall  be  diffolv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away. 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace, 
Bellow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fliall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell. 

And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down. 

And  we  Ihall  render  praife  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love. 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

Hymn  X.     Short  Metre. 

Tke  hlejjednefs  of  go/pel  times  ;  or^  the  revelation  of 
Chrift  to  Jews  and  Gentiles*  Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  8,  9,  lo. 
Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  T  TOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
IX  Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill  ! 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 


3f  Hymn  10,  11.  B.  I: 

4  How  blelTed  are  our  eyes. 
That  fee  this  heavenly  light  ; 

Prophets  •and  kings  defir^d  it  long. 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight  ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  (ongs. 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God* 

Hymn  XL      Long  Metre. 

The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reafo)i  humbled  ; 
or^  the  fovereignty  of  grace,     Luke  x.  21,22. 

1  'T'^'HERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejcic'd, 

j[    And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  \ 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 

"  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs  ; 
"  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
*'  The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace* 

3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might ; 
"  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
"  And  their  own  pride  refifts  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 

"  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  fliould  be  fo  y 
"  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
*'  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 


B.  L  Hymn   12,   13. 23 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
"  But  thofc  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  j 

"  N.or  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
"  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  j 
*'  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

"  Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees.'' 

Hymn  XH.     Common  Metre. 

Free  grace  in  revealing  Chriji.     Luke  x.  2  J . 
I    TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
J   A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 
His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  tura'd  his  joy  to  praife  : 

2.  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wo:  -'rous  love, 
^'  That  hath  reveaPd  thy  Son 
^'  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
'*  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 

3  "  The  myll'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  Vv  ifc  : 
*'  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
*'  To  fweli  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil. 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

Hymn  XIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Son  of  God  incarnate  ;    cr,  the  titles  and  the 
kingdom  of  Chrift,     Ifa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

1   ^  I  ^HE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
X    Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  ; 


24 Hymn   13,  14>  B.  I 

^•ations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  Ihade, 
Are  blefs*d  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promised  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  ! 
What  fhall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 

^'  The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor  !'* 

3  [This  Infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Til'  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  fhoulders  Ihail  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  fliall  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid, 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  Child,  fliall  fit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crufli  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

Hymn  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

Tbe  triumph  of  faith  ;    or^  Chr'yf's  unchangeable  love^ 
Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

1  "^"TTHO  {hall  the  Lord's  elecl  condemn  ? 

V  f^    'Tis  God  that  juftifies  their  fouls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream. 
O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fliall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Chrift  that  fufFer'd  in  their  ftead  5 
And,  the  falvation  to  fulfil. 

Behold  him  rifing  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there  1 

Who  fliall  divide  us  from  his  love. 
Or  v.'hat  fliould  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 


B,  L  Hymn   14,  15. 25 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs. 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through. 
And  niakes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r  ; 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope. 
Nor  can  we  link  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below. 

Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

Hymn  XV.     Long  Metre. 

Our  own  weaknefs^  and  Chrift  our  Jirength.     2  Cof« 
xii.  7,  9,  10. 

1  T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

1  J  "  Strength  (hall  be  equal  to  the  day,'* 
Then  Til  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fuflicient  grace. 

2  1  glory  in  infirmity. 

That  Chrift's  ou^n  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fliield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fufPrings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains. 
While  his  left  hand  ray  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
Wc  find  how  great  our  weaknefe  is. 


26 Hymn    16,   17,  B.  I. 

5  So  Samfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft. 
Met  the  Philiflines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

Hymn  XVI.      Common  Metre. 

Hofanna  to  Chriji.    Matt.  xxi.  9.  Luke  xix.  38,  40. 
I   TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  royal  Son 

X  i  Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 

His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
Myfterious  and  divine. 

£  The  Root  of  David  here,  we  find. 
And  Offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuers  name. 

3  Blefs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n ! 

4  Let  morr  Js  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones  fhouid  rife,  aod  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

Hymn  XVH.     Common  Metre. 

ViStory  over  death,     1  Cor.  xv.  55,  ^c. 

1  /"^  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
\^    To  cheer  iny  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter,  death, 

And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have. 

My  quiv'ring  lips  fhouid  fing, 
*^  Where  is  thy  boafted  vi(5i'ry,  grave  ? 
"  And  where  the  monfter 's  fting  ?'' 


B.  I.  Hymn   18,   19.  27 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure  ; 

Death  hath  no  fling  befide  : 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r  ; 
But  Chrifl,  my  ranfom,  dy'd, 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid. 
Who  makes  ns  conqu'rors,  while  we  die 
Through  Chrifl  our  living  head. 

HyiMN   XVIII.      Common  Metre. 

Blejfed  are  ihe  dead  thai  die  in  the  Lord,  Rev.  xiv.  1 3. 
I    T  T EAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
JlJ[   For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names. 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 
:2  They  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  blefs'd  ; 
How  kind  their  flumbers  are  ! 
From  fuiF'rings  and  from  fins  released. 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  flrife, 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  \ 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  Ufe 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Hymn  XIX.       Common  Metre* 

TZv  Song  of  Simeon;  or,  death  made  defirable.      Luke  ii.  27,  &Ce 

J   T     ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
1  J   As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  5 
O  make  our  joys  tlie  fame  ! 

5  With  what  divine  and  vafl  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fiU'd, 
When  fondly  in  hh  withered  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 
G  G 


28 Hymn    I9,   20,  B.  1. 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world/'  he  cry'd  ; 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
"  Fve  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  ^'  This  is  the  Light  prepared  to  fhine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
*'  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"  To  break  their  flavifh  bands.'* 

5  [Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  fhall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  break. 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenels  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.] 

Hymn  XX.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel  ;  na?nely^  the  robe  of  right eoufiiefi^ 
and  garments  of  falvation,   Ifa.  Ixi.  lo. 

1  A   WAKE,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue, 
Jf\^  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

-He  makes  his  graces  fhine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found. 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  !  . 


K  I.  Hymn   20,   2K  29 

Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine  1 
How  white  the  garments  are  1 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love  ! 

And  hope,  and  ev*ry  grace  ; 
But  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

Hymn  XXL      Common   Metre. 

ji  vifton  of  the  kingdom  of  Chriji  among  men.    Rev. 
xxi.  1 — 4. 

1  T     O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
1  ^  To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  relides, 

That  holy,  happy  place. 
The  new  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  Ihining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  ihout  for  joy. 

And  the  bright  armies  fmg, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 

"  Of  your  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objecls  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  foft  hand  ihall  wipe  the  tears 

''  From  evVy  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
"  And  death  itfelf  Ihall  die." 


30  Hymn   24,   25,  B.  h 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time,' 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


Hymns  XXII,  XXIII,  referred  to  the  ii^th  PfahiK 

Hymn  XXIV.      Long  Metre, 

The  rich  /inner  dying,      Pfalm  xlix.  6,  9.      Eccle£ 
viii.  8.     Job.  iii.  14,^  15. 

1  TN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

J^  And  heap  their  fhining  dud  in  vain  y 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor. 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe,  approaching  death 
From  glittering  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Their  ling'ring,  their  unwilling  fouls. 
The  difmal  fummons  mud  obey. 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel 

To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones  j 
Their  bones  without  diftinclion  lie 
Amongfl  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  reji  referred  to  the-  49^/6  Pfalm, 

Hymn  XXV.      Long  Metre. 

A  Vifi-on  of  the  Lamb,     Rev.  v,  6 — 9. 
I      A   LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

XiL  1^0^'  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  5 
Behold  amidft  th'  eternal  throne 
A  vifxon  of  the  Lamb  appears. 


KJ^ Hymn  25.      31 

2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns. 
Marked  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne  ; 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.] 

4  All  the  alTembling  faints  around 
Fall  worfhipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  [The  joy,  the  ftiout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills ; 

"  Worthy  art  thou  alone,''  they  cry, 
"  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals.'' 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain. 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  ling, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  ilain, 
"  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  !"    - 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns  ; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  mall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines, 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches,  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are^now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  forever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd. 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  ! 

G  G  2 


32 Hymn   26,  27>  B,  I> 

Hymn  XXVI.      Common  Metre. 

Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurre^lion  of  Chri/i. 
I  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

1  T)  LESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
j3  The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais*d,    ' 
His  niajeily  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raisM  his  Son^ 

And  caird  him  to  the  fky, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  fhould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  iins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  duft. 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe,. 
So  all  his  folio w'rs  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  again  ft  that  day  \ 
^Tis  uncorrupted,  undefird. 
And  cannot  vvafte  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow  V  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here. 
Till  Chrifl  ihall  call  us  home. 

Hymn  XXVH.      Common   Metre* 

AJfurance  of  heaven  ;  cry  a  faint  prepared  to  die,. 
2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  18. 

]  [1  "\EATH  may  diflolve  my  body  now» 
\j   And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow. 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 


B.  I^ Hymn  27,  28.  33 

Finiih'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith. 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day. 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid. 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  5 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid. 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 


Hymn  XXVHL     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Chrijl  over  the  enemies  of  the  church:, 
Ifa.  Ixiii.  I,  2.  3,  &c. 

1  "^"TTHAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 

VV     Comes  travelling  in  ilate 
Along  the  Idumean  road. 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  \ 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome  victorious  king  : 
«  'Tis  I,  the  juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
That  your  falvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire. 

Why  thine  apparel  red  ? 
And  all  thy  veflure  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ?  • 


34  Hymn  28,  29. B.I 

4  "  I,  by  myfelf,  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufli'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
"  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  ftannp'd  them  down. 

5  "  * Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

*'  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 
*'  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 

"  That  dare  infult  my  faints  ; 
*' I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints."  ^ 

Hymn  XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Chri/i  ;    or,  the  ruin  of  antichriji' 
Ifa.  Ixiii.  4 — 7. 

1  "  T  LIFT  my  banner,"  faith  the  Lord, 

j[  "  A¥here  antichrift  has  ftood  j 
*'  The  city  of  my  gofpel  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "  My  heart  has  ftudy'd  juft  revenge, 

''  And  now  the  day  appears, 
*'  The  day  of  my  redeemed  is  come, 
'^  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  ihall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4.  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 

"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 

"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 
:;  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 

"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around. 


B^A. Hymn  29,  30. 35 

"  Babel  ihall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke^ 
"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
6  Thine  honours,  O  victorious  King  T 
Thine  own  right  hand  Ihall  raife. 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  iing. 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

HyxVIn  XXX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  anfwered,     Ifa.  xxvi.  8 — 2q* 

1  TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
J[  We  wait  the  vlfits  of  thy  grace  j 
Our  fouls'  dehre  is  to  thy  name. 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching.  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  ihades  of  lonefome  night  ; 
My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fkies 

Before  the  dawn  reftores  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  ihall  fee  thy  lifted  hand. 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes,, 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
But  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arrns^ 
Plide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 

Till  the  fierce  ilorms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fhall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain,. 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings^ 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  itsfoft  and  fhady  wings. 


36  Hymn  32,  3^^ B.  I. 

Hymn  XXXI.     Referred  to  the  \Ji  Pfahiu 

Hymn  XXXH.      Common   Metre. 

Strejigth  from  heaven,     Ifa.  xl.  27 — 30. 
'   '\"lt7'^^"ce  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife 
VV     ^^^  Where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  refllefs  fin,  and  raging  hell. 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forget  th'  Almighty  Name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  (hall  fade  and  die. 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 

And  tafte  the  promis'd  blifs, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfecl  pleafure  is. 

Hymns  XXXIll,  XlXIV,  XXXV,  XXXVI, 
XXX VII,  XXXVIII.  Referred  to  Pfalms  131, 
1345  67,  73,  90,  ^«i  84.    ^^ 

Hymn  XXXIX.      Common  Metre. 

God's  tender  care  of  his  church,       Ifa.  xlix.  13,  &c. 
OW  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife. 


'N 


And  burft  into  a  fong 


Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 


B.  L  Hymn   39,  40. 37 

2  God,  on  his  thirfty  Sion  hill, 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown. 
And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  fhow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  fhall  his  grace 

Grow  w^eary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And,  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts, 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  fliould  nature  change, 

"  And  mothers  monfters  prove, 
"  Sion  ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
"  Of  everlafling  love. 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands, 

"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
"  My  hand  fhall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
"  And  build  her  broken  frame." 

Hymn  XL.     Long  Metre. 

The  hufinefs  and  blejfednefs  of  glorified  faints^     Rev. 
vii.  13,  &c. 

I  ''  "W'TTHAT  happy  meiT,  or  angels  thefe, 

V  V     That  all  their  robes  are  ipotlefs  white  ? 
"  Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
"  At  the  pure  realms  of  heavenly  light  ?" 

^  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires. 
Through  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  ; 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafhM  their  robes. 
Flowing  from  Chrifl  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  Throne 
With  loud  hofannas  night  and  day  j 


38 Hymn  40,  41. K_I. 

Sweet  anthems,  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Meafure  their  bled  eternity. 

4  No  aiore  fliall  hunger  pain  their  fouls; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone  ; 
And  fpreads  the  fliadow  of  his  wings 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun, 

5  The  Lamb,  that  fills  the  middle  throne. 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  fhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  dreams* 

6  Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Through  the  vafi:  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 

Heals  all  their  wounds  and  wipes  their  tears,  . 

Hymn   XLI.     Common  Aletre. 

The  fame  ;  or,  the  martyrs  glorified.     Rev,  vii.  1 3,  &c. 
'HESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 


T 


fiiine, 

*'  Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
"  How  carae  they  to  the  happy  feats 
*'  Of  everlafting  day  ?'** 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wafii'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  Theunveii'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongil  his  faints  refide, 


B>  L Hymn  41,  42. 39 

While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  fliall  leave  their  fouls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  faft  ; 
Tlie  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  fhall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fhall  wipe  away 

The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

^^ — ■ 1 — I — I —         1 1 

HyMxN  XLII.    Common  Metre. 

Divine  wrath  and  mercy  ;  from  Nahum  i.  i,  &c. 
I      A  DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
Jr%^  Is  a  confuming  fire  ;*- 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame. 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher, 
a  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  ! 
How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  ! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  x^t  his  approach  the  mountains  flee. 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  ^way. 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through'  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  hail  flones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  fliakes  the  folid  world  ? 

♦  Heb.  xii.  49. 
H  H 


40  Hymn  42,  45. B.  L 

Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  ibv'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne. 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 

7  Thy  hand  fliall  on  rebellious  kings 
A  iiery  temped  pour. 
While  we,  beneath  thy  ihelt'ring  wings, 
Thy  juil  revenge  adore. 

Hymn  XLIII.     Referred  to  the  looth  Pfalnu 
Hymn  XLIV.     Referred  to  the  i^^^d  Pfahn, 

Hymn  XLV.     Common  Metre. 

The  laft  judgment.      Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8. 

I    O  EE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
j^  Fills  a  majeitic  throne, 
While  from  the  Ikies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 
a  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 

"  Through  cndlefs  years  the  fame  5 
"  I  AM  is  my  memorial  ftill, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

"  My  royal  grace  beftows  ; 
"  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
'^  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

4  ["  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  llns, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
^'-  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 
"  The  conquefls  he  has  won. 

5  "  But  bloody  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoiHng  crew, 
"  That  fpurn  at  offered  grace  \ 


B.  I. Hymn  4g.    41 

6  "They  fliall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

"  Bound  fail  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  hre  and  darknefs  reigns."] 

7  O  may  I  (land  before  the  Lamb 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleihngs  on  my  head. 

8  May  I  with  thofe  forever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
W^hile  fmners,  banifh'd  down  to  hellj 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

Hymns  XLVI,  and  XLVII.    Referred  to  Pfalm  148, 
and  Pfalm  3. 

Hymn  XLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Chriflian  race,     Ifa.  xl.  28 — 31. 
X      A   WAKE,  our  fouls,  (away  our  fears, 
XX  Lc^  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race. 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  ^tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circlsfs  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring. 
Our  fouls  fiiall  drink  a  freih  lupply, 
While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  fi:rength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 


42  Hymn  48,  49,  B.  t 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aWt  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  fly^ 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heavenly  road. 

Hymn  XLIX.    Common  Metre. 

The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  La?nb.     Rev.  xv.  5, 

1  ILT^W  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God ! 
X  1  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ? 
JefuSj  how  fweet  thy  graces  are ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ! 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls. 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 

Th'  Egyptian  hod  was  drown'd  5 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins. 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defert  Ifrael  went. 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh. 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promised  land. 

Yet  never  reached  the  place ; 
But  Chrift  fhall  bring  his  foU'wers  home. 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

(  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full. 
And  fsel  a  warmer  flame, 
^nd  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 


B.  L Hymn  50> 43' 

Hymn  L.     Common  Metre. 

The  fong  of  Zacharias^  and  the  mejfage  of  John  ihe 
Baptift ;  or^  light  and  falvation  by  Jefus  Chrijh- 
Luke  i.  685  &c.  John  i.  29,  32, 

1  XJOW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefsM, 
X^    Who  makes  his  trutii  appear ; 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word. 

And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root. 

With  bleliings  from  the  fkies  \ 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  ; 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  par  don 'd  fins ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love. 
In  its  own  glory  fhines. 

5  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,'*  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
"  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  muft  ftoop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifrael's  land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
**  And  all  that's  born  of  man  Ihall  fee 
^  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
Hh   3" 


44  Hymn-  51,  52. B^ 

8  "  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arife, 
*'  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit  ; 
**  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

Hymn  LI.    Short  Metre. 

Pre/erving  grace*     Jude  2^4,  25^ 
I       nnO  God  the  only  wife, 

X     Our  Saviour  and  our  King^ 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  Ikies 
Their  humble  praifes  brings 
a       'Tis  his  almighty  love. 
His  counfel  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fafe  from  fm  and  deaths 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
Unblemifh'd  and  complete,. 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great.. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne,. 

Shall  blefs  the  conducl  of  his  gracev 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs,. 

Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
Aad  everlafting  fongs. 

Hymn  LH.     Long  Metre. 

Baptif?n.     Matt,  xxviii.  19.     Acts  ii.  38. 
I  'nn'WAS  the  com  million  of  our  Lord, 
JL     "  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize.**' 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikies, 


B- 1.  Hymn   52,   53> 45 

2  He  fits  upon  the  eternal  hills. 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  covenant  with  the  feals^ 
To  blefs  the  darkfome  Gentile  lands. 

3  "  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  faith^ 
"  For  the  remillion  of  your  iins ;" 
And  thus  our  fenfe  aflifts  our  faith. 
And  Ihews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee. 
And  feal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  j 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 

Hymn   LHL     Long  Metre. 

The  Holy  Scriptures.     Heb.  L  i.    2  Tim,  ili.  15,  i6» 
Pfalm  cxlviL  19,  20. 

1  /^  CD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
VJT  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old^ 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace. 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word. 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd^ 
Able  to  make  us    wife  and  blefs'd  j 

The  dodrines  are  divinely  true. 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too- 


46 Hymk  54,  55. KL 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epifties  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

HyxMn  LIV.     Long  Metre, 

Eleding  grace  ;  or,  faints  beloved  in  Chriji, 
Eph.  i.  3,  kc, 
I    TESUS,  we'blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
J    Thy  God  and  our^s  are  both  the  fame;; 
What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  finners  through  his  Son ! 

a  "  Chrift  be  my  firft  ele(fl,"  he  faid  ; 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chriil  our  head  ^ 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  '^ 
Our  characlers  were  then  decreed, 
*'  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed.'* 

4  Predeflinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ^ 

A  new  regenerated  race. 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift,  our  Lord,  we  fhare  a  part 
In  the  affeftions  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd. 
Till  he  forgets  his  Firft-belov'd, 

HyiMN  LV.     Common  Metre* 

Mezekiah* s  fong  ;  or,  ficknefs  and  recovery*     Ifa^ 
xxxviii.  9,  &c. 
J  'C'TTHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  dcepdiftrefs^ 
\/V     ^^^  G^^  defer ves  a  fongj 


B.  I.  Hymn   55,  56. 47 

We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 

From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
1  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  tall:  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefli  are  wont  t'  abufe 

Our  minds  with  llaviili  fears  ; 
"  Our  days  are  paft,  and  we  fhall  lofe 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years.'* 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice^ 

Or  like  a  dove  v*?e  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  difeafe  v.'ithilands  y 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 

And  fly  at  his  commands. 
€  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fliould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reftore, 
He  cafts  our  fins  behind  his  back, 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 

Hymn   LVI.    Common  Metre. 

^hefong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  ;  or^  Babylon  fallings 

Rev.  XV.  3,  xvi.  19,  and  xvii.  6. 
1    "^I^TE  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
VV     ^^  found  thy  dreadful  name ; 
The  Chriilian  church  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
%  Great  God  \  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 
Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  Saints,  Almighty  Lord^ 
How  juil  and  true  thy  ways  I 


48  Hymn  56,  57,  B.  L 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name. 

Or  worihip  at  thy  throne ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thy  holinefs 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earthy 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  bioodj 
Her  crimes  fliall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  file  mud  drink  the  dregs  j 
Strong  is  the  Lord^  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  fliall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

Hymn  LVH,     Common  Metre. 

Original  fin  ;    or^  the  Jirjl  and  fecond  Adatn.     Rom, 
V.  12,  Scc.    Pfal.  li.  5.    Job.  xiv.  4. 

1  yj  ACKWARD  with  humble  fname  we  look 
flj    On  our  original ; 

How^  is  our  nature  dalh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall ! 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obftinate  our  will ! 

3  Conceiv'd  in  fm  (O  wretched  flate) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  flrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns. 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood. 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  ! 

5  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  j 


B>  L Hymn  57,  58>  49 

How  can  we  hope  for  liviiig  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  ti  ee  ? 

6  Whac  mortal  pow'r,  from  things  unclean. 

Can  pure  productions  bring? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 
From  an  infected  fpring  ?] 

7  Yet,  mfghty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  fm. 
S  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 
The  ruins  of  the  iirft  ; 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  Pow'r 
That  new-creates  our  duft ! 


Hymn  LVHI.    Long  Metre. 

Tbe  devil  vanquijhed ;    or^  MichacFs  war  with  ike 
dragon.     Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fmg 

jLj  The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  general  of  th'  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God, 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hod 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  ^ 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft. 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  faiL 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown^ 
And  fliook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Nftw  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
Chrift  has  affum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  fkies,  to  rife  no  more* 


50 Hymn   59,   60.  B.  L 

5  'Tvvas  by  thy  biood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  powerful  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown, 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns ;  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  iky  ; 
Saints,  while  ye  ling  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer*s  name  on  high. 

Hymn  LIX.>     Long  Metre. 

Babylon  fallen.     Rev.  xviii.  20,  21^ 

1  TN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
X  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 

"  God  fliall  avenge  your  long  complaints.'* 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  fiood. 
He  funk  the  mill-done  in  the  flood  : 
"  Thus  terribly  fhall  Babel  fall, 

"  Thus  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

Hymn  LX*     Long  Metre. 

ne  Virgin  Marf  s  Jong  ;    or^  the  pro?mfed  Mejfiah 
horn,     Luke  i.  46,  &c. 

I    /'^UR  fouls  fliall  magnify  the  Lord  ; 

\_/   In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  ; 

While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong. 

May  the  fame  Spirit  tunc  our  voice, 
ft  [The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eftate. 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  ; 

His  overfhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 

Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  cndleis  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 


B,  L  Hymn   60,  61. 5_1 

But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  forever  fure  t 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives. 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abrah'm  and  his  feed, 

"  In  thee  fhall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  :" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now  no  more  fhall  Ifrael  wait,, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  the  Defire  of  Nations  comes ; 
Behold  the  promised  feed  is  born  ! 

Hymn  LXI.     Long  Metre^ 

Chriji  our  High  Prieji  and  King  ;   and  Chrijl  coming 
to  judgment*     Rev.  i.  5 — 7. 

1  T^TOW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  knov*^ 
X^    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below. 
And  ftrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  *Twas  he  that  cleans*d  our  fouleft  fins, 
And  wafli'd  us  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 
*Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus,  our  atoning  Prieft, 
To  Jefus,  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefs'd. 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes. 
And  ev'ry  eye  fhall  fee  him  move  ; 
Though  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once. 
Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love» 

I  I 


52 Hymn   62,   63.  B.  1. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fliall  wail. 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  pron^ife  fail. 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 


Hymn  LXH.    Common  Metre. 

Chrijl  Jefus^  the  Lamb  of  God,  worjhipped  by  all  tide 

creation.     Rev.  v,  ii — 13. 
1    dT^  OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
\^    "With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
3  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  : 
**  Worthy  the  Lamb/'  our  lips  reply, 
*'  For  he  was  Hain  for  us.'' 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high. 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  LXHI.    Long  Metre. 

Chrift^s  humiUation  a?td  exalt  at  h?u      Rev.  v.  12. 
I  "¥'XTHAT  equal  honours  Ihall  we  bring 
VV     "lo  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb. 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 


B._^L Hymn  63,  64.  53 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  llain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd  j 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Povv'r  and  dominion  are  his  due. 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too. 

Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  there. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  : 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might. 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  muft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  fhines  around  his  head. 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Bleflings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name. 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay.  Amen. 

■Hymn  LXIV.    Short  Metre. 

Adoption,     I  John  iii.  i,  &c.    Gal.  iv.  6, 

3       "1)  EHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
X>  The  Father  hath  beftow'd 
On  linners  of  a  mortal  race. 
To  call  them  fons  of  God ! 

2  'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 
That  we  fhould  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  Kingj 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 


5^ Hymn   64,   65. B.  I 

But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  fhall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin^ 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 
J      If  in  my  Father's  love 
1  fliare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove  • 

To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie, 
Like  flaves  beneath  the  throne  5 

Our  faith  Ihall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


Hymn  LXV.     Long  Metre. 

T/je  kingdoms  of  the  ivorld  become  the  kingdoms  of  the 
Lord ;  or^  the  day  of  judgment.     Rev.  xi.  15. 

1  T    ET  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high, 

\  A  Let  ftiouts  be  heard  through  all  the  Iky  j 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord. 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  affume. 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
Jefus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  ilain, 
Forever  live,  forever  reign  ! 

3  Tiie  angry  nations  fret  and  roar. 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  5 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muft  the  rifmg  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decilive  fentence  hear  \ 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 


B,  L  Hymn   66.  55 

Hymn  LXVL     Long  Metre. 

C/jrifi  the   King   at   bis  table.      Solomon's  Song, 
i.  2—s,  12,  13,  17. 

1  T    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
t  J  Mine  int'refl  in  his  heav'nly  love  : 

The  voice  that  tells  me,  "  Thou  art  mine,'' 
Exceeds  the  bleffings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came. 
And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name  5 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
My  foul  fliall  fly  into  thine  arms  : 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  ple^afure  tune  our  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.  J 

5  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are. 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear. 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on. 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing  y 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume. 

And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.3 

y  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree. 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  : 
And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft> 
My  bofom,  Lord,  fliall  be  thy  reft» 

Ii  2 


56 Hymn  67,  68,  B,  L 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ^ 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

Hymn  LXVH.    Long  Metre. 

Seeking  the  pqftures  of  Chrift  the  Shepherd,     Solo-^ 
mon's  Song,  i.  7. 

1  np'HOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

JL     All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  \ 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock. 
That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  flieep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feaft  thy  love  prepares. 
Bought  with  thy  wounds  and  groans  and  teara-. 

5  His  deareft  flelh  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
^Till  my  Beloved  lead  me  home.] 

Hymn  LXVHI.    Long  MetrCo 

ne  banqtiet  of  love.     Solomon's  Song,  ii.  i — j. 
I  T>  EHOLD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
X3  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear  y 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 
Refrelhing  fruit  and  healing' haves. 


B.  I. Hymn  68,  69.  51 

2  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  Ihine, 
Amongil  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  y 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  fhade  I  fat. 

To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat  \ 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  flood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  y 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

^  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine,^ 
He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ;. 
And  opening  hijs  own  heart  to  me, 
He  ihows  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  bci  J 

^  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 
Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart  : 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Nor  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

Hymn  LXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Chrlji  af paring  to  his  churchy  and Je eking  her  company^ 
Solomon's  Song,  ii.  8 — 13. 

\   T^HE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
j[     Over  the  rocks  and  riling  grounds^ 

O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 

He  leaps,  he  Sies  to  my  relief. 
a  Now  through  the  veil  of  flefh  I  fee 

With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  y 

Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 

He  fhows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 
3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along. 

Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  \ 


58'  Hymn  69,  7  0. B.  I. 

"  Rife/'  fluth  my  Lord,  "  make  hafte  away  j^ 
"  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  ftay. 

4  "The  Jewifh  wintry  ftate  is  gone, 

"  The  mifts  arc  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on  ; 
"  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
"  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th'  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root 

"  Bloflbms  an.d  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit.'^ 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 

"  Rife  up,  my  love,  make  hafte  away  1*^ 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

Hymn  LXX.      Long  Metre. 

Cbri/i  inviting^  and  the  church  anfwering  the  invitap 
tion,     Solomon's  Song,  ii.  14,  16,  17. 

I    T  TARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
XI  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh j 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks  and  calls  us  out. 

a.  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 
"  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke^ 
*'  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
"  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  countenance  meet ; 

"  Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife^ 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  ihall  raife 
Ihe  voice  of  prayer  and  that  of  praife>. 


B,  I.  Hymn  70,  71.  59 

5  [I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  pafiions  join  j 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white, 
Wafli'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight.. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fliadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 

jucap  o'ct  tlie  hills  ot  tear  ana  lii"  y  ' 

Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 

My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

Hymn  LXXL     Long  Metre. 

Chrlfi  found  in  thejireet^  and  brought  to  the  church 
Solomon's  Song,  iii.  i — 5. 

1  /^FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night ; 
V^  Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul's  ddight ; 
With  warm  delire  and  reftlefs  thought 

I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet. 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  ; 
1  afk  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ?'* 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Direfted  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

1  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face. 

And  hold  him  faft  in  mine  embrace. 


60  Hymn  71,  72. B.  L 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  , 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Sion's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  iirft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart  -, 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fliare.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys. 
Approach  not  to  diflurb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart. 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

Hymn  LXXH.     Long  Metre. 

Tbe  coronation  of  Chrifl^  and  efpoufah  of  the  church^ 
Solomon's  Song,  iii.  ii. 

3  y^AUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
_L/  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold. 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  \ 
Accept  the  v/ell-deferv'd  renown. 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  a(5i;  of  worfliip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals.  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  fir  ft  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 

Our  hearts  would  wifti  it  long  to  ftay  5. 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold. 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold* 

5  O  !  kt  each  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys  ^ 


B.  L  Hymn   72,  73.  61 

Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 
6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away. 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 
The  King  of  grace  Ihall  fill  the  throne^ 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

Hymn  LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Churches  beauty    in  the  eyes  of  Chrijl,      Solo- 
mon's Song,  iv.  I,  lo,  II,  7,  85  9. 

1  "WT IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
JPj^  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word ; 

"  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,''  he  cries  5 
*'  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
'^  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  j 

"  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
"  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafles  fo  well.]] 

3  "  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  j 
"  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs. 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair  j 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs. 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  "  My  filler  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
*'  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  retains 

,       "  In  flrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains.^' 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den. 
From  this  wild  world  of  beafls  and  men. 
To  Z'ion,  where  his  glories  are  5 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair, 


62 Hymn   73,  74.  B.I. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains. 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 

Hymn  LXXIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  garden  of  Chrift,     Solomon's  Song, 
iv.  12,  13,  15,  and  v.  i, 

1  \  \  7"^  ^^^  ^  garden  walPd  around, 

W     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  fpot,  inclos'd  by  grace. 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  j 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow. 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come. 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath* 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  adive  here. 

5  [Let  my  Beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feafl: ; 

"  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  cries, 
"With  love  and  pkafure  in  his  eyes* 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  win#. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  The  bleflings  that  oiy  Father  fends  \ 


B.  I. Hymn  74,  75.  63 

*'  Your  tafte  fhall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
*'  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 
8  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  can  give.] 


Hymn  LXXV.     Long  Metre, 

The  defcription  of  Chriji  the  Beloved,      Solomon's 
Song,  V.  9 — 12,  14—16. 

1  TPHE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 

X    Why  I  fliould  love  my  Jefus  fo  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,  fay  they,  above 
"  The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ?" 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved  to  my  fight 

Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine. 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  fhine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifli  free  ; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  flied  for  me  ^ 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  ; 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  ftars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns, 

5  Compaflions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Clofe  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  lide  no  more  fhall  bear 
ITie  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  hcav'nly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  jiail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me, 

K  K 


64 Hymn   75,   76,  B.  L 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees. 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 

Now,  on  the  throne  of  his  command. 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.] 

8  [His  eyes  are  majefly  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  w^ith  the  dove  ; 
No  more  lliall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Through  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints. 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints  ; 
His  countenance  more  Grracefui  is 

o 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Muft  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

Hymn  LXXVL     Long  Metre. 

Chrifi  dwells  in  heaven^  hut  vifits  en  earth*     Solo- 
mon's Song,  vi.  I,  2,  3,  12. 

I  "T'^THEN  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 
V V     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell  ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know. 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 

a  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  defcends  and  ihows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds. 
Where  lilies  fhovv  their  fpotlefs  heads. 


B.  1.  Hymn   76,   77. 6,5 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move : 
1  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  fliall  make  us  part.] 

5  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  (hows  me  where  his  glories  are  j 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heavenly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

5  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 
On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fkies. 
Till  death  fhall  make  my  lafl  remove. 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love.] 


Hymn  LXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  lo've  of  Chrijl  to  the  churchy  in  his  language  to 
her^  and  proviftons  for  her.  Solomon's  Song, 
vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

NOW,  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace. 
Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
*'  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight, 
"JMy  love  how  pleafant  for  delight  i" 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  flream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wine. 

3  Such  wondrous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  that  were  almoft  aiieep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name. 
And  make  our  cold  affeclions  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In  fields  and  villages  below  : 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love. 

But  keeps  his  nobleft  feaft  above. 


66 Hymn   77,   78.  B.  L 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates. 
An  higher  entertiinment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where  we  ihall  feed  but  thirfl  no  more. 

Hymn  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Jirengih  of  ChrtJVs  love^  and  the  fours  jealoufy 
of  her  own,     Solomon's  Song,  viii.  5 — 7,  13,  14. 

1  "\~%TllO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

V V     That  travels  from  the  wildernefs, 
And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  Ihe  leans  ? 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint. 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  {land 

"  Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  j 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
''  That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

"  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  \ 
"  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
"  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  "  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

"  Left  it  fhould  once  from  thee  depart  ; 
"Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
"  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breafl. 

6  "  Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come^ 
"  Thy  countenance  let  me  often  fee, 

"  And  often  thou  fhalt  hear  from  mc*' 


B.  I.  Hymn   78,  79. 67 

7  "  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 
"  Cut  Ihort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
"  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

Hymn  LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

A  morning  hymn,    Pfalm  xix.  5,  8.  and  Ixxiii.  24,  25. 

I    /^  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\jr  The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife. 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  fkies  5 

■2.  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins. 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  fliines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun  may  T  fulfil 
Th*  appointed  dudes  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  adive  will 
March  on-^  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way^ 

4  [But  I  fhall  rove;  and  lofe  the  race. 
If  God,  my  fun,  fliould  difappear. 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  mazrej 
To  follow  ev'ry  v*^and'ring  ftar.] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure^ 
Enlightening  oiir  beclouded  €yes ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  promife  fure  j^ 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  \ 
Ail  my  defires  and  hopes  beiide 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  thi^. 

Kk  2 


68.  Hymn   80,  8L  B>  L. 

Hymn  LXXX.      Long  Metre.- 

An  cvetiing  hymn,     Pfa.  iv.  8.  &  iii.  5-  6.  &  cxliii.  8*. 

1  »^|  ^IIUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

X     Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days,, 
And  ev'ry  evViing  fliali  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte^ 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ^ 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come- 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  lleep  ;: 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ^ 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  flations  round  my  bed>. 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  m,e  a  thoufand  frightful  things ;: 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  ihadow  of  his  wings.. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  ' 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'''er  depart  ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart., 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come^ 
My  flefli  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground. 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb. 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

Hymn  LXXXI.    Long  Metre. 

A  fongfoT  morning  or  evening*      Lam.  iii.  23.     Ifa* 
xlv.  7. 

I  li  ,^  Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love ! 
XV  J-  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new  j 
And  morning  mercies,  from  <Cbove, 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 


B.  L  Hymn  81,  82. 69 

a  Thou  fpreadil  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  Guardian  of  my  lleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light. 
And  q.uickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 

Perpetual  blefilngs  from  thine  hand 
'^^  Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 


Hymn  LXXXn.     Long  Metre. 

God  far   above    all  creatures  ;    or^   man.  vain   audi 
mortaL    Job  iv.  1 7 — 2 1 . 

1  O  HALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
j^  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  jufl  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his^ 
Are  neither  holy,juft5  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpring  from  duft  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath. 
We  faint  and  perifh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night. 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight : 
Bury'd  in  dufl  whole  nations  lie. 
Like  a  forgotten,  vanity, 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow : 
How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou  J 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare, 


79  _  Hymn  83,  84,  ^  ^      B.  I. 

Hymn  LXXXHL    Common  Metre. 

Afflidions  and  death  under  providence.     Job  v.  6—8* 
I   ^^JC^T  from  the  dull  afiliclion  grows, 

Jl^    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 
•  Y^et  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 

2-  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals^j 
And  ftill  are  upwards  borne  5 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls. 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn* 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe^ 

And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  : 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love,  and  righteoufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 

Shall  fpoii  my  future  peace  ; 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

Hymn  LXXXIV.    Long  Metre. - 

Salvation^  rlghteoufnefs ^  and  Jirengih  in  Chrift.     ifa. 
xlv,  .21 — 25, 

E    TEHOVAHfpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear^ 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names. 

2  "  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 

"  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  Juft  ; 
*^  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  Ihew 
"  Such  juflice  and  falvation  too; 

^  "  [Ye  that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell,. 
"  Juil  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  Look  up  to  m.e  from  diftant  lands, 
"Light,  life,  and  heav'n  are  in  my  hands. 


B.  L Hymn  84,  85, 71 

4  *'  I  by  my  holy  Name  have  fworn, 

"  Nor  Ihall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
*'  To  me  Ihall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  tongue  Ibali  fwear  to  me.] 

5  "  In  me  alone  ihall  men  confefs 

"  Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  ; 
"  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
"  rU  clothe  them  with  eternal  fliame. 

6  "  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed 
"  Of  Ifrael  from  their  fms  be  freed, 
"  And  by  their  fhining  graces  prove 

"  Their  int'reft  in  my  pardoning  love.'* 

Hymn  LXXXV.    Short  Met7eT~ 

The  fame. 
'HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 


rj.] 


His  Godhead  from  his  throne ; 
"  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
"  By  which  I  will  be  known. 

*'  Ye  dying  fouls,  that  fit 
"  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 
"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recovering  grace." 

Sinners  fball  hear  the  found  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  ftiall  own, 
*•  Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
"  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone.** 

In  thee  fliall  Ifrael  truft. 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  finners  juft. 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 


72  Hymn  86,  87. B,  L 

Hymn  LXXXVL    Common  Metre. 

God  holy\y  j lift ^  and  f over eign.     Job  ix.  2 — lo, 

1  1"  "TOW  (hould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
JTX  Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 

If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

ril  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againil  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife. 
Or  ^tempt  th*  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  \ 
He  fhakes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north. 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife  ; 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  : 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  fkies. 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  llormy  fea  ; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  : 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footfteps  hnd.J 


Hymn  LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent.     Ifa.  Ivii* 

15,  16. 
I  nnHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
X     "I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
"  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 


B.  I.         Hymn  87,  88.  73 


"  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 

6C 


On  earth  I  have  a  maniiOn  too  ; 
**  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
"  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

^  "  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive  : 
'^  I  bid  the  mourning  iinner  live  ; 
^*  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
"  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  [["  When  I  contend  againil  their  iin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  } 

"  But  fhould  my  wrath  forever  fmoke, 

"  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke.'^ 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh. 
Left  we  lliould  faint,  defpair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  (hall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 


Hymn  LXXXVHL     Long  Metre. 

Life^  ih"e  day  of  grace  aiid  hope »     Eccl.  ix.  4 — 6,  10, 

1  T     IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

\  1  The  timie  t'  infure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  finner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  Tcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  hcav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleihngs  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die. 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone. 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lofl. 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dull ; 


74  Hymn  88,  89/  B.I. 

They  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue  5 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pafs'd 

In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death  and  long  defpair 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

Hymn   LXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Touth  and  judgment,     Eccl.  xi.  9. 

1  "^T^E  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

X     Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  defire. 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  whith  fongs  and  wine  j 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  j 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  : 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  : 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face. 
Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities. 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 


BJL Hymn  90,  91. 75 

Hymn  XC.    Common  Metre. 

The  fame. 

'S  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
\  J  And  through  all  nature  rove. 
Fulfil  the  wiflies  of  their  eyes. 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires ; 

But  let  the  finners  know 
The  ftrid  account  that  God  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high  ^ 

The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye. 
And  flee  before  his  face. 

4  How  fhall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day. 

And  ftand  the  fiery  teft  ? 
I  give  all  mortal  joys  away. 
To  be  forever  bleft. 

Hymn  XCI.     Long  Metre. 

Advice  to  youth  ;  or^  old  age  -and  death  in  an  uncon^ 
verted ^att.     Eccl.  xii.  i,  7.    Ifa.  Ixv.  20. 

I  T^JOW  in  thq  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
X^    Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
When  you  fhall  fay,  "  My  joys  are  gone/* 

.2  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes. 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  j 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  \  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hello 
Ll 


76 Hymn   91,   92.  B.  L 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  muft  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 

Hymn  XCK.    Short  Metre. 

Chrifi  the  Wifdom  of  God.     Prov.  viii.    i,   22 — 32, 

1  O  HALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 
v3  -^^^  "ot  ^^^^  fpeech  be  heard  ? 

The  voice  of  God's  eternjal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  *'  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
"  His  everlafting  Son, 

*^  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
*'  Creation,  was  begun. 

3  ["  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  folid  land, 

*'  Before  the  fields,  before  th*e  floods, 
"  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand, 

4  *^  When  he  adorn'd  the  fl^ies, 
"  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 

*'  To  order  when  the  fun  {hould  rife, 
"  And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  *'  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
*^  And  fpread  the  flowing  deep, 

*'  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
"  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air, 

*'  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well ; 
•^  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
"  The  fons  of  men  fliould  dwell. 

7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firfl: 
*^  On  their  falvation  ran, 

-*'  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft 
*^  Was  fafliion'd  to  a  man. 


B.JL Hymn  93,  94, 7_7 

8       "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
"  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  fhuns  them  dies/' 

Hymn  XCHI.     Long  Metre, 

Chriji^  or  Wifdom  obeyed  or  rejtjied.  Prov.  viii.  34 — 36. 

1  "TpHUS  faith  the  Wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

X     "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word  j 
"  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
"  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foul  that  feeks  me,  fhall  obtain 

"  Immortal  u^ealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  y 

"  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

*•  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vilg  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
"  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  5 

"  Fools,  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 

"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell.'* 

Hymn  XCIV.    Common  Metre. 

yujiification  by  faith ^  not  by  works  ;  or^  the  law  con- 
demns^ grace  juji'ifies,     Rom.  iii.  19 — 22. 

1  "T  TAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 

y        On  their  own  works  have  built  j 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths. 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  alk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juflify  us  now. 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 


78  Hymn   95,   96.  B.  I 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace. 
When  in  thy  name  we  truft  ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
That  makes  the  finner  juft. 

Hymn  XCV,     Common  MetrCo. 

Regeneration,     John  i,  13.  and  iii.  3,  &c» 

1  ''^TOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth,. 
X^      Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n. 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth^ 

Gan  raiie  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh. 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind. 

And  forms  the  man  afrelh* 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fieep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

Hymn  XCVL     Common  Metre> 

Ek&ion  excludes  hoajiing,     i  Cor.  i.  26 — 3I0 
I   T3  Ul^^  ^^w  among  the  carnal  wife, 
j3     But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes. 
Almighty  King  of  grace  ! 

Q.  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 
For  fons  and  heirs  of  God ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable  blood. 


B.  I>  Hymn   96,   97> 79 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myft'ries  of  his  grace  ; 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low. 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
No  flefh  fliall  in  his  prefence  boaft. 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 


Hymn  XCVH.     Long  Metre. 

Chnyi  our  Wifdo?n^  Right eoufnefs^  &c.     i  Cor.  i.  30^ 

1  |)  URY'D  in  Ihadows  of  the  night, 
Xj  We  lie  till  Chrift  reftores  the  light  5 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind, 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drownM  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs. 
And  iing,  The  Lord  our  Right eoufnefs. 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff*rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, - 
Binding  his  ilaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  prisoners- free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks, 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  pofTefs 
Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r  and  righteoufnefs  y 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

L  JL  2 


80  Hymn  98,  99.      __     B.I. 

Hymn  XCVHI.     Short  Metre, 

The  fame. 
I       T  TOW  heavy  is  the  night 

X  J_  That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Chrift  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  fouls  ariib  ! 
1       Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heav*n  ; 
But,  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd. 
We  fee  our  lins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ;. 
His  hands  infeded  nature  cure 
With  fanclifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free^ 

And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 
J       Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways. 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ;• 
Thy  fov*reign  pow'r^  thy  healing  grace. 

And  thine  atoning  blood. 

Hymn  XCIX,     Common  Metrtv 

Stones  made  childretit  of  Abraham  ;  or^  grace  not'  con- 
veyed by  religions  parents,.    Matt.  iii.  9. 
I  *¥"  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
y      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Befcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  -with  God.) 
%  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  take  the  hardeil  ftones. 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abrah'm  well 
With  new-created  fons^ 


b.  I.         Hymn   100,  101. 81 

3  Such  wondrous  pow'r  doth  he  poffefs. 
Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame. 
Who  caird  the  world  from  emptinefs ; 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

Hymn  C.     Long  Metre. 

Believs^andbefavsd,     John  iii.  \6 — i8o 

I  "^TOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
j_^    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there, 

1  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well^ 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  iins>  and  fave  our  fouls  from  helL 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford. 

His  hands  a  thoufand  bleflings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ;. 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotted:  heli  ihall  be  their  place. 

Hymn   CL    Long  Metre. 

Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting/inner..    Luke  xv.  7,  lot 

1  'WT^^  ^^"  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife, 

VV     Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife. 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve- 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchaie  of  his  agonies* 


82  Hymn   101,  102>  B,  I, 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ; 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  iing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Hymn  CH.      Long  Metre. 

The  beatitudes^.     Matt.  v.  2 — 12-. 

LEST  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n. 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart. 
Who  m.ourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart ;. 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  pallion,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  flate. 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great. 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  thirft  for  grace^ 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  (hall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
With  living  dreams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofebowelt^  move 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrifl  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain  . 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean-; 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fm  ; 

With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefe  purity. 


B.  I.       Hymn  103,  104,  ^3 

7  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  j 
They  Ihall  be  callM  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God^  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blefs'd  are  the  fufPrers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 
Glory  aadjoy  are  their  reward. 

Hymn  CHI*     Common  Metre. 

Not  ajhamed  of  the  go/pel.     2  Tim.  i.  12. 

1  T*M  not  afliam'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
i  Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word. 

The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name ; 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft, 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  flands. 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  Fve  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father's  face. 
And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

Hymn  CIV.     Common  Metre. 

A  fiate  of  nature  and  of  grate,     i  Cor.  vi.  lo,  1 1^* 

J  "^T^T  the  malicious  or  profane, 
J,^    The  wanton  or  the  proud. 
Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers,  fliall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 


84  Hymn  104,  105.  B.  I. 

2  Surpriiing  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafli'd  in  Jefus*  blood. 

We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  $ 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  fanctify'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more. 
No  more  pollute  our  hands* 

HyxMN  CV.     Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invifible  and  holy,     i  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.     Rev, 
xxi.  27. 

1  *^TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
X^    Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 

What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  : 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  iky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  fee  or  tafle  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  iin  and  fhame  ; 
None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 


B.  L         Hymn   106,  107. 85 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life. 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  Ihall  ft  rive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 


Hymn  CVL     Short  Metre. 

Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  of  Cbri/i.     Rom.  vi.  i,  2,  60 

1  O  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 

\^  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again. 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  1 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 

That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  Haves  no  more, 
Since  Chrift  hath  made  us  free. 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

Hymn  CVH.     Long  Metre. 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  ;  or^  Chrift  and  Satan  at 
enmity.    Gen.  iii.  i,  15, 17.  Gal.iv. 4.  Col.ii.  15. 

1  y^ECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
_L^    Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell ; 
When  Satan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threatening  :  death  began 
To  take  poffefiion  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

*'  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 


86  Hymn  108,  109,  B.I, 

4  "  The  woman's  feed  Ihall  be  my  Son  ; 

"  He  fliall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done  ; 
**  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
**  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel.'* 

5  [He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on  ; — at  length  his  Son  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth. 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo  !  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  ; 

But,  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkles^ 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow. 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.J 


N^ 


Hymn  CVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Chrifi  unfeen  and  beioved,     i  Pet.  i.  8, 
OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ^ 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name. 
And  love  him  in  his  word, 
a       On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3       And  when  we  tafte  ihy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

Hymn  CIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  'value  of  Chrijl  and  his   right eoufnefs,      Phil 
ill,  7,  8,  9. 

X  ]VTO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
X^    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before. 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  SoOr 


B.  I. Hymn  110, 87 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofs  : 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  ftiame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  muft  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  : 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him. 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake. 

4  The  bed  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

Hymn  CX.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  immediate  glory,     2  Cor.  v.  i,  5,  8, 

1  npHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands^ 

I      Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  ftands. 
Till  God  fliall  bid  it  ily. 

2  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Muft  be  diffolv'd  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace. 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  \ 
And,  as  an  earneft  of  the  place. 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

^  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home,». 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

M  M 


88  Hymn    iii>  B.  I. 

5  *Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace. 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefli. 
And  prefent.  Lord,  with  thee. 

Hymn  CXI.     Common  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  iii.  3,  7. 

1  [T     ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 

I  J  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolifii  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts. 
And  all  our  lives  were  iin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife. 

Forever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangVous  ways 
Of  folly,  (in,  and  fhame.] 

3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs. 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace. 
Abounding  through  his  Son.J 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
*Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  iin. 

5  *Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree. 
The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And,  juftify'd  by  grace. 
We  fhall  appear  in  glory  too, 
Aod  fee  our  Father's  face* 


B,  I.        Hymn   112,  113.  89 

Hymn  CXH.     Common  Metre* 

The  brazen  ferpent  ;  or,  looking  to  ye/us,     John  iii. 
14 — 16. 

1  00  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
1^  The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe^ 

The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung  ; 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  Tinners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  flung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

Hymn  CXHI.     Common  Metre. 

Abraham^s  blejfmg   on   the  Gentiles,      Gen.  xvii.  7. 
Rom.  XV.  8.     Mark  x.  14. 

1  T  T  OW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
X  Jl      To  Abrah'm  and  his  feed  ! 

"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  Angel  of  the  covenant  proves. 
And  feals  the  bleffings  fure. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms. 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  \ 


90     .        Hymn  114,  115,  B,  L 

He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 

His  love  endures  the  fame  j 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 

Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

Hymn  CXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  fame.     Romans  xi.  i6,  17. 

1  1^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
\j'  To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree. 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  fame  bleflings,  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root. 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 
-:  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 

And  wafh  them  in  thy  blood. 
4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation  come. 
And  numerous  houfeholds  meet  at  lafl: 

In  one  eternal  home. 

Hymn  CXV.     Common  Metre* 

Convi6fion  of  fin  by  the  law.     Romans  vii.    8,   9, 

14,  24. 

1  T     ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
t  i    And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law. 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright  j 

But,  fince  the  precept  came 


B.  1. Hymn  116. 91 

With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [^y  g^^^^  appeared  but  fmall  before. 

Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfecl,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  ; 

My  iins  revived  again  ; 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  llain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fm  ; 
I  cannot -do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  Have. 

Hymn  CXVL     Long  Metre. 

Love  to  God  aiid  our  neighbour*    Matt.  xxii.  37^40. 

1  np'HUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 

X     "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
"  With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 

2  "  Then  fhall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  Share  thine  affe^lion  and  eileem  y 

"  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
*'  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke. 

This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  } 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke. 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love* 


92 Hymn  117. B.  L 

4  But  oh  !  how  bafe  our  paflions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  fliall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

Hymn  CXVH*     Long  Metre. 

Eledion  fovereigyi  and  free.     Romans  ix.  21 — 24. 

1  [T>  EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  ! 

Xj  He  forms  his  veffels  as  he  pleafe  j 
Such  is  our  God  ;  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjedls  of  his  juft  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  power  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe, 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end. 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?j 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will ; 
Choofe  fome  to  fife,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

4  [What  if,  to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
SufF'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on. 

And  feal  their  own  deftrudion  fure  I 

5  What  if  he  means  to  Ihew  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race. 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  PJ 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft. 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufli  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight. 


B.  L Hymn  118>  93 

Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 
And  wait  the'  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  he  fliall  make  his  juftice  known. 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror  lliall  confefs 
The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

Hymn  CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Mofes  and  Chriji  ;  or^  fin  againji  the  law  and  go/pel* 
John  i.  17.     Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6,  and  x.  28,  29. 

1  "TP  HE  law  by  Mofes  came ; 

I      But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
Defcending  from  above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  difPrent  works  were  done  j 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  ftood, 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftrid  obedience  paid  ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Mofes  brought. 

Behold  !   how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'ous  fault. 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls. 
And  dare  refift  his  grace. 


94  Hymn    119,   120>  B.  L 

Hymn  CXIX.    Common  Metre.      ' 

The  different  fuccefs  of  the  gofpeL      i  Cor.  i.  23,  24. 
2  Cor.  ii.  16,      1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  ^^HRIST  and  his  crofs  are  all  our  theme  ; 
\^A  The  myfl'ries  that  we  fpeak  ' 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews'  efteem. 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above. 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r  and  love 
Shine'in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  Vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath  j 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffiife  his  gra<:es  down^ 

Like  fhowVs  of  heav'nly  rain. 
In  vain  ApoUos  fows  the  ground,. 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Hymn  'CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  of  thingi  unfeen.     Heb.  xi.  i,  3,  8,  lo^ 

1  TT'AITH  is  the  brightefl  evidence 
X?     Of  things^  beyond  our  fight, 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flefli  and  fenfe. 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  fets  times  paft  in  prefent  view. 

Brings  diiiant  profpeds  home. 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come^ 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  : 


B,  L        Hymn   121,  122, J5 

Abrah'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  ftands. 

Hymn  CXXI.     Common  Metre, 

Children  devoted  io  G$d*     Gen.  xvii.  7,  io.     Ads 
xvi.  14,  15,  33. 

(For  thofe  v.ho  pra<5life  Infant  Baptifm.) 

1  T^HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

X     "  ril  be  a  God  to  thee  : 
"  rU  blefs  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
«  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abrah'm  believ'd  the  promised  grace, 

And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 
Bilt  water  feals  the  blefling  now. 
That  once  was  feaPd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fandify'd  her  houfe. 

When  fhe  receiv'd  the  word  j 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  houfehold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints.  Eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

Hymn  CXXII.      Long  Metre. 

Believers   buried  with   Chriji   in   baptifm.       Rom. 

vi.  3,  &c. 
I  X^O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 

JL/  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  5 

Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 


96  Hymn  123.  B.  I. 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 

3  No  more  let  fm  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  lleOi  again  ; 
The  various  lufts  we  ierv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

Hymn  CXXHI.     Common  Metre. 

The  repenting  prodigal,     Luke  x v.  13,  &c. 

1  TTJ  EROLD  the  wretch,  v;hofe  luft  and  wine 
Xj  Has  wafted  his  eftate  ; 

He  begs  a  fhare  amongft  the  fwine, 
To  tafte  the  hulks  they  eat  ! 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries  ; 

"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
"  My  Father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies. 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

*'  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
*'  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
"  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid — and  haften'd  to  his  home. 

To  feek  his  Father's  love  ; 
The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come^ 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake. 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fliame  and  fin/^ 

(The  Father  gives  command) 


B.  I.  Hymn   124.  97 

*'  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feafling  I  ordain  ; 
"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
"  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found/* 

Hymn  CXXIV^     Long  Metre. 

ne  firjl  andfecond  Adam,     Rom.  v.  12,  he. 

1  T^EEP  in  the  duft,  before  thy  throne, 
JLJ^   Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own : 
Great  God  !  we  own  th'  unhappy  name. 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame, 

2  Adam  the  finner  :   At  his  fall, 
Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead. 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilft  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe. 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fmg  the  honours  of  thy  grace. 
That  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  ling  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  duft 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ^ 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now. 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ; — there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteou&eCi.^ 


98  Hymn   125,  126,  B,  I, 

Hymn  CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

ChriJVs  compajfion  to  the  weak  and  tempted,     Heb.  iv, 
15,  16,  and  V.  7.     Matt.  xii.  20. 

1  "¥'^7ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

VV       Of  our  High  Prieft  above  5 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore. 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefli 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears. 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefli 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax. 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame : 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks. 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefe 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r  ; 
We  fliall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftrefling  hour. 

Hymn  CXXVL     Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  uncharitahlenefs,      Rom.  xiv.   17,  19. 
f  Cor.  X.  32. 

I  ^TOTdifPrent  food,  nor  diflPrent  drefs, 
i%|    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord^ 


B.  I.  Hymn  127.  99 

But  peace,  and  joy,  and  right eoufnefSj 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

s  "When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife^ 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife. 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  flrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hencCj 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  ; 
Nor  iliall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  faints,  the  Gentile,  or  the  Jew. 

Hymn  CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

ChriJVs  invitation  to  finnets  ;  cr^  humility  and  pride <. 
Matt.  xi.  28— -30. 

1  ^^  /^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
\^  "  Ye  heavy  laden  finners,  come  \ 
"  rii  give  you  refl  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raifc  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

^  '-  They  fhall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me  \ 
*'  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  \ 
*'  But  pafTion  rages  like  the  fea,' 
''And  pride  is  reftiefs  as  the  wind, 

3  "  BlefsM  is  the  man  Whofe  flioulders  take 
"  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 

*'  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

*'  My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light.'^ 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  commancf ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeah 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  wilL 
N  N 


1  oo  HyiMN   128,  129.        B.  I. 

^Hymn  CXXVIIL    Long  Metre, 

The  Apojlles'  commijpon  ;  or,  the  go/pel  atieftedby  mir- 
acles.    Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.     Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 

I  «  f^  O,  preach  my  gofpel,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Vjr  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  : 
«'He  fhall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word  5 
^«  He  fhall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

a  "  [FU  make  your  great  commiffion  known, 
"  And  ye  fhall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"  By  ail  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  "Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
"Go  cafbout  devils  in  my  name  ; 
"Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

•"  Though  Greeks  reproach^  and  Jews  blafpheme.] 

4  "Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
"I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  j 
"  All  pow'r  is  trulled  in  my  hands  j 

^^  I  can  deflroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  fnone  round  his  head  \ 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  hcav'n  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  farthefl:  nations  fpread 

The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

Hymn  CXXIX.      Long  Metre. 

Submifion. and  deliverance  'y  or,  Abraham  offering  his 
fon.     Gen.  xxii.  6,  &c. 

I    O  AINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
^^  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  fliall  reftore  what  you  refign, 
Or  grant  you  blefhngs  more  divine. 

a  So  Abraham,  w^ith  obedient  hand, 
Led  i^rth  his  fon  at  God*s  command  \ 


B.  L        Hymn   130,  131.  loi 

The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took. 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  llroke. 

3  *' Abraham,  forbear,"  the  angel  cry'd  ; 
"Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  ; 
"  Thy  fon  ihall  live,  and  in  thy  feed 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed/* 

4  Juft  in  the  lafl  diftreffing  hour 

The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  5 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  iliall  fee  furpri'iing  grace. 

Hymn   CXXX.     Loner  Metre, 

Love  and  haired.     Phil.  ii.  2.     Eph.  iv.  30,  &c^ 

1  ^.TOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 
X^    His  iLarp  dilbefs,  his  ibre  complaints. 
By  his  lail  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clam.our,  and  wrath,  and  war,  be  gone^ 
Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongil  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

plies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  i 
Why  fhould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feais  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ! 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  j 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
For  the  dear  VRe  of  Chrifl  his  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXL     Long  Metre. 

The  pharifee  and  publican,     Luke  xviii.  lo,  &C# 
I   X)  EHOLD  how  linners  difagree, 
IJ  The  publican  and  pharifce  j 


102  Hymn  132.  B-  L 

One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim. 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhanie. 

3  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands. 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  j 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne. 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  different  language  knows. 
And  diiT'rent  anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  humble  foul  wdth  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilft  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
JoinM  with  the  boafting  pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

'But  plead  the  futfVings  of  thy  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXII.     Long  Metre, 

HoHnefs  and  grace*     Titus  ii.  lo — 13, 
i    00  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
lij  The  holy  gofpel  w'e  profefs  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

n  Thus  fhall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  wathin. 
And  grace  fubdues  the  powV  of  fm. 

3  Our  flefli  and  fenfe  mull  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride  ; 
While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up. 
While  we  expe(ft  that  bleffed  hope. 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  ffands  leaning  on  his  word# 


^'  "^-  Hymn  133,  134>  103 

Hymn  CXXXHI.    Common  Metre^ 

Love  dfid  charity,     i  Cor.  xill.  2 — 7,  13* 

1  T    ET  pharifees  of  high  efleem 
j   J  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare^ 
AM  their  religion  is  a  dream. 

If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  fuiFers  long  vi^ith  patient  eye^ 

Nor  is  provoked  in  haiie  ; 

She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die. 

And  long  forgets  the  pail. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell. 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill,. 
Though  fhe  endures  the  wrong.j 

4  [She  nor  delires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thqfe  belovv^ 

Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 
J  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  leek  her  neighbo.ur's  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die^ 

And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 
6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  > 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more^ 

But  faints  forever  love. 


Hymn'  CXXXIV..     Long  Metre. 

Religion  'vain  zaiibout  love,      i  Cor.  xiii.  i — ■o, 

HAD  r  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews^ 
And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
iike  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  fouud, 
Nil.  3. 


104  Hymn  135,  136.  B.  L 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell  ; 
Or  could  my  faiih  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothinsf  v/ithout  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ilore, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor  ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e*er  fulfil. 


Hymn  CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  ChrlJ}  foed  abroad  in  the  heart,     Eph» 

iii.  \^^  &CC. 
I    ^^OME,  dearell  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 

%^   By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  brcaft  ; 

I'hen  fliaii  we  know,  and  tade,  and  l^-el 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

5   Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  itrength. 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poilefs. 
And  learn  the  htight,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  unrr^eafurable  grace, 

3  Now  to  the  God,  v;hofe  pow*r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wiflies  know. 
Be  everlafcing  honours  done, 
By  all  the  church,  through  ChrlH  his  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXVI.    Common  Metre. 

Sincerity   and  hypocrlfy;    or^  formality   in   njoorfoi^y 

John  iv.  24.     Pfalm  cxxxix.  23,  24. 
J    i^\  OD  is  a  fpirlr,  jufl  and  wife, 
Vjy  He  fees  our  iamoft  mind  5 


BJL Hymn   137. 10 

In  vain  to  beav^n  we  raife  our  cries. 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

2  Nothing:  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  difguife  they  w'ear, 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  Ikies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  j 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found, 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thouglits,  and  try  my  v/ays. 

And  make  my  foul  fmcere  ; 
Then  fhall  I  ftand  before  thy  face. 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Hymn  CXXXvTl     Long  Metre. 

Salvation  h  grace  in  Chrift,      2  Tim.  i.  9,  iq, 
OW  to  the  power  of  God  fupren)e 
Be  everlaftnig  honours  giv^n  ; 
He  ilaves  from  hell,  (vv^e  biefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wandVing  feet  to  heav\a, 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts. 
Bat  of  his  own  aboundine:  2:iace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts. 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  ovtm  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doomM  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrifl:  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  lafl:, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  tranfaclions  paft, 
And  brings  immcrtal  bleilings  down* 


106         Hymn    138,  i3§,  B.  I 

5  He  dies  !  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifing,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light. 
And  took  poil'effion  of  the  joy. 

Hymn  CXXXVIII.     Com.  Metre. 

Saints  in  the  bands  of  Chrijl,     John  x.  28529, 

1  T?IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ilands, 
J/    My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  t.ruft  ; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands. 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engaged  to  fave 

The  meaneft  of  his  fheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  fiiall  e^er  remove 

His  favVites  from  his  bread  5 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft  forever  reft. 

Hymn  CXXXIX.     Lon;^  Metre. 

Ho^e  in  the  covenant  ;  or^  Gocfs  promife  and  truth  h  ' 
changeable,^    Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 

1  TJf  OW  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 
JTI   To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God ! 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  v/ith  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Etei-nal  powV  performs  the  word, 
And  nils  all  heaven  with  eiidlels  praife» 

3  Amldft  temptations  fharp  and  long. 
My  foul  to  tliis  dear  refuge  flies  \ 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  iirm  and  ftrong, 
"While  tcmpefts  blow,,  and  biiicv/s  rifei- 


B>  L Hymn  140. 107 

4  The  goipcl  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

Hymn  CXL.     Common  Metre. 

J  living  and  a  dead  faith  ;  collecled  from  feveral 
fcriptures. 

1  ■j^yt'ISTAKEN  fouls  !  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
1.  ▼  A   And  make  their  empty  boaft 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights^ 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chrift  the  living  head. 

3  *Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  \ 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  \ 
That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  *Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  heli 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fliall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  [Fai'th  muil  obey  her  Father*s  will. 

As  well  as  truft  his  grace  \ 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  flill 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  carfe  he  fets  us  free. 

He  makes  oiir  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minlfter  of  fm. 


108 Hymn  i41> B.  I, 

7  Ris  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  ieals  our  peace  with  God  : 
Jefus  and  his  falvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.J 

Hymn  CXLL     Short  Metre. 

7be  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chri/i,      Ifa.  liii. 
I — 5,  10 — 12. 

I         ^^THO  has  believM  thy  word, 
VV     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm.  Almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

a       The  Jews  eileem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  iheir  belief : 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  for  rows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  jufiice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft  beloved  Son. 

5  "•'  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  {land  ; 
*'  My  plenfure,"  faith  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  "  [His  joyful  foul  fhall  fee 
"  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

*'  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify- 
"  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  "  [Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 
"  Released  from  death  and  fin, 


IB.  L Hymn  142.     109 

"  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

8       "  [Heav'n  {hall  advance  my  Son 
*'  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
**  Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  fms,  and  dy'd/'j 


Hymn  CXLII.     Short  Metre, 

The  fame.     Ifa.  liii.  6 — 12. 

LIKE  flieep  we  went  aftray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God  3 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  diffVent  way. 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

How  dreadful  was  the  hour. 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid. 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

How  glorious  was  the  grace 
When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  ftroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  fiock. 

His  honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Joined  with  the  wicked  in  his  deaths 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

But  God  ihall  raife  his  head 
0*er  all  the  fons  of  men, 
And  make  him  fee  a  numerous  fe€:% 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 

'^  rU  give  him,"  faith  the  Lord, 
''  A  portion  with  the  (irong  ; 
'^  He  (liall  poffefs  a  large  reward, 
^'  And  hold  his  honours  long," 


no  Hymn  143.  B.I. 

Hymn  CXLIIL     Common  Metre. 

Chamfters  cf  the  children  of  God  ;    from  feveral 

fcriptures. 
I      A  S  new-born  babes  defire  the  bread, 
xr%^  To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  j 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafte. 
And  by  the  gofpei  live* 

$,  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves. 
And  hate  the  Works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  fiatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  ilaves  to  lufl ; 
They  can^t  forget  their  heav'nly. birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  duft* 

4  No:  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror,  can  produce  _-^ 

A  thoufand  victories.]  ^59 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feedj 

Abides  and  reigns  within  j 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fm.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  Have 

Do  they  perform  his  will  ; 
But  with  the  nobleft  powVs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil. 

7  They  find  accefs,  at  evVy  hour,    ' 

To  God,  within  the  vail  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  0  happy  fouls !  O  glorious  ftate 

Of  overflowing  grace  ^ 


B.  I.  Hymn  144.  iii 

To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'niy  throne  ; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

I  o  There  fhed  thy  choiceft  loves  abroad. 
And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  : 
Then  fhall  I  fay,  "  My  Father  God," 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

Hymn  CXLIV.    Common  Metre. 

The  witnejftng  andfealing  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14,  i5, 
Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

3   "^"T  THY  fhould  the  children  of  a  King 
V V     ^^  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  J  deicend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
VsThen  wilt  thou  banifli  my  complaints. 
And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Affure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  j 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

{  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dovc^ 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

Oo 


112  Hymn  145.  B/L 

Hymn  CXLV.     Common  Metre. 

Chriji  and  Aaron  ;  taken  from  Heb.  viL  and  ix. 

1  TESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
^    A  thoufand  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'd  gold 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  fir  ft  their  own  burnt-off*  rings  brought. 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fm  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Frefh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one  offVing  takes  away, 
Forever,  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  through  fev'ral  hands. 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never-changing  office  ftands 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year. 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrift,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the  fkies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  facrifice.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain, 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 


B.  I.  Hymn  146.  ■  113 

8  He  ever  lives  ffil- intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead. 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

Hymn  CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Char  adders  of  Chriji  borrowed  from  inanimate  tblugs 
in  fcripiure, 

1  [_£^  O^  worihip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 

\j  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  I 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace.] 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  y 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compared  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  kd  i 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine,  j 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bouglij 
h  David^s  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  affume, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  i 
O  let  a  lafling  union  join 

My  foul  to  Chrift,  the  living  vine  !J 


114  Hymn  146.  B.  L 


7  [Is  he  the  head  r  Each  memfepr  lives. 
And  owns  the  vital  povvVs  he  gives  ; 
The  faints  below,  and  Taints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.3 

8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew. 

And  cleanfe  my  f^ootted  garments  too.J 

9  ris  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  ; 
But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs  j 
Like  a  refiner  fhall  he  fit, 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

10  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  I 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  fweet  dreams  that  from  him  flow^ 
Attend  us  all  the  defert  through.] 

1 1  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God  ; 
The  path  is  dra-Nvn  in  lines  of  blood ; 
There  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeil. 
Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door  ?  Til  enter  in  : 
Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green  ; 
A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.]} 

1 3  [Is  he  defign'd  a  corner-ftone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
rU  make  him  my  foundation  too. 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  j 
And  ftill  to  his  moil  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  Til  turn  my  face,] 


B.I.  Hymn  147.  115 

15  [Is  he  a  ftar  ?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  Ihades  with  dawning  light  5. 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning-liar.  J 

16  [Is  he  a  fun?  His  beams  are  grace. 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  :: 
Nations  rejoice,  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.j- 

17  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies. 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  {hines  and  reigns  th'  Incarnate  God.T 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars. 
Nor  heav'n,  his  full  refemblance  bears  ^ 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace^ 

Till  we  beliold  him  face  to  face. 

Hymn  CXLVH.     Long  Metre. 

The  names  and  tit/ej  of  Chr't/i ;  from  feveral  fcrip- 

tures. 

1  ['T^IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 

j|_     I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  y 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty.. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face^. 
Shining  with  undiminifh'd  rays  y 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 

The  lieir  and  partner  of  his  throne.^ 

3?  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  mofi:  high^ 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  ;, 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 

And. breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod 


'W4*« 


116 Hymn   148. B.  I 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move. 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love  j 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay. 

And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes. 
What  winning  titles  he  affumes  ! 

*'  Light  of  the  world  and  Life  of  men  j" 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  acls  the  Mediator's  part  ; 

^   A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends. 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends. 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love. 

Hymn  CXLVHI.    Particular  Metre, 

ne  fame  as  the  148//^  Pfabiu 

1  ["^^THH  clieerful  voice  I  fing 

VV     ^^^  ti^^^s  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word. 

Nature  nor  art 

Can  e'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefty. 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  forever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays, 

Th'  eternal  God's 

ILternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.j 


B.  I. HyMxNt  148.  117 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  calFd 

''  The  Word  of  God,'' 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  iron  rod. 

4_  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  movCi^ 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
Th'  injuries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delay. 

As  lions  roar 

And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comeS;^ 
"W^hat  gentle  characters. 
What  titles  he  affames : 

"  Light  of  the  world, 
"  And  Life  of  men  j'* 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  in  vain. 

6  Immenfe  compaflion  reigns 
In  our  Im.manuel's  heart. 
When  he  defcends  to  acl 
A  Mediator's  pare. 

He  is  a  friend. 
And  brother  too  ; 
Divinely  kind. 
Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends. 


iiS Hymn  149.  B.  I, 

And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends  - 

Then  fhall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his,  love. 

Hymn  CXLIX.    Long  Metre. 

The  offices  of  Chrijl  \  from  feveral  fcripturss. 

\   TOIN  all  th€  names  of  love  and  pow'r,. 
Jf   That  ever  men  or  angels  bore ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  vvorth^^ 
Or  fet  Iinmanuel's  glory  forth.. 

3  But  oh,  what  condefcending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  to  me. 

5-  [The  "-Angel  of  the  cov'nant'*  ftands 
With  his  commiiTion  in  his  hands. 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne. 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known.J 

4  [Great  Prophet !  let  me  blefs  thy  name  ^; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  lins  forgiv'n. 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.Jj 

5  [My  bright  Example,  and  my  Guide, 
1  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  \ 

O  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  1  love  my  Shepherd— he  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  amongft  his  fheep  ^; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names^, 

iindjn  his  bofgrn  bc:irt  ihc  la:::bs."l 


B.  I.  Hymn  150*  119 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  j 
Behold  mv  foul  at  freedom  fet. 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt."] 

S  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieil,  has  dy'd — 
1  feek  no  facrifice  beiide  ; 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone. 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.J 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high — 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay. 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

JO  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King^, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword  I  ling  j 
Thine  is  the  vict'ry,  and  I  fit 
A  joyful  fubjecl  at  thy  feet.] 

11  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds  j 
The  "  Captain  of  falvation"  leads  ; 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
I'hough  death  and  hell  obftrucl  the  way.] 

12  [Should  death,  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 

I  fliall  be  fafe  ;  for  Chiift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov' reign  ways.] 

Hymn  CL.     Particular  Metre* 

The  fame  as  the  148/^  Pfalnu 
.    I    YOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Of  wifdcm,  love,  and  pow'r^ 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  i 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth. 
Too  mean  to  let 
My  Saviour  forth. 


120  Hymn   150.  B.  I, 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms. 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  flefli. 
He,  like  an  angel,  {lands. 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 

Cornmiffion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne. 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. ^ 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  j 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  j 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fms  forgiv'n, 

Ofhellfubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5  [Be  thou  my  counfellor. 
My  patron  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide, 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray. 
Nor  rove  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way  !J 


.  L  Hymn   150.  121 

6  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  j 
His  watchful  eyes  fhall  keep 
My  wandering  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  flieep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock. 
He  calls  their  names. 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs.] 

7  I^To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  j 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft, 
OfFer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd : 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  en  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  k)ve  away.] 


122  Hymn  150.  B.  I. 

zo  [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  Tmg, 
Thine  is  the  pow'r ; 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.] 

J I  [Now  let  my  foul  arife. 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  : 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown* 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death  and  hell 

Obflrud  the  way.] 

12  Should  all  the  hods  of  death. 
And  powers  of  hell  unknown 5 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on, 

I  ihall  be  fafe  ; 

For  Chriil  difplays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace* 


i.ND    OF    TEE    FIMT  ^300X* 


H      Y      M      N      S 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


BOOK    11. 

COMPOSED  ON  DIVINE  SUBJECTS, 


Hymn  I.     Long  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  praife  to  God, 

1  T^TATURE,  with  all  her  povv'rs,  fliall  fing 
X  N    Ood  the  Creator  and  the  King  ; 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  ikies,  norfeas. 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known. 
Ye  feraphs  that  (it  near  his  throne  ; 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utiiioft  bound. 

3  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  fram.e, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  Iiis  name  ; 
Whllft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  fing  his  honours  and  our  joys.] 

4  [To  him  be  ficred  all  we  have, 
From  ti)c  young  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Our  lips  (liali  his  loud  wonders  telL 
And  ev'ry  w^ord  a  miracle.] 

P  p       '      ' 


124  Hymn  2.  B.  IL 

5  [Thefe  Weftern  fhores,  our  native  land, 
Lie  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 

Our  foes  of  vicl'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

6  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  who  thunders  through  the  Iky, 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

7  [Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  Eternal  Name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war.] 

8  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  f 
Let  there  be  fung,  with  warmeft  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

9  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint  in  the  worftiip  and  the  praife.] 

y  - 

Hymn  H.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  of  a  firmer, 

1  T\/rY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjefe  roH, 
XVA   Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhores. 

She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 
Death  fwceps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coafl, 


B.  II.  Hymn   3.  12  5 


Amongft  abominable  fiends  ; 
Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  fmners  lie. 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  , 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair,  they  cry. 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguiili  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compailion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove. 
Till  1  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

HyxMn  III.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint, 

1  '\"lt7^HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

VV     Or  fhake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends. 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too. 

As  faft  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  Ihould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefli  of  Jefus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd. 

And  foften'd  evVy  bed  : 


126  Hymn   4.  B.  II 


Where  fhould  the  dying  members  reft^ 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

Thence  he  arofe,  afcended  high, 
And  {hew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls  fhall  fly. 
At  the  great  rifing  day. 

Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  j 

Ye  faints,  afcend  the  fkies. 

Hymn  IV.     Long  Metre. 

Salvation  m  the  crofs. 
ERE  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 
I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love. 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus  !  nor  fhall  it  e'er  remove. 

1  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  fhall  fright  my  foul  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  fhould  lie  : 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  muft  perifh — here  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
"■'  Avf\  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  fliade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  nor  ftrike  me  here  ; 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood. 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ; 

And  my  befl  honours  to  his  name. 


B.  11.  Hymn  5,  6.  127 

Hymn  V.     Long  Metre, 

Longing  to  praife  Chriji  better, 

1  T    ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
1   J   O'er  the  fliarp  forrows  of  thy  foul. 

And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws. 
Repaired  and  honoured  by  thy  crofs  ; 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquifli'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine. 
And  fee  the  Man,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd. 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  lide  ; 

3  My  paiiions  rife  and  foar  above  : 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  \ 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  flngs. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains. 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  \ 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 

Falls  far  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  mufi:  appear ^ 
When  we  Ihall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high. 
To  join  the  fangs  above  the  Iky. 

Hymn  VL     Common  Metre. 

A  morning  fong. 

1  /^NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 
V^  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  y 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  ikies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 

The  day  renews  the  founds 

P    P    2 


128  Hymn  7.  B.  IL 

Wide  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  *Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame. 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withlland  : 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufii'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun  ; 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  I  enjoy  the  light  ; 
Then  ftiall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

Hymn  VH.     Common  Metre. 

An  evening  fong. 

1  ["THREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 

J^  Like  holy  incenfe  rife  : 
Aflift  the  off"- rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard  ; 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd.^ 

J  Perpetual  bleflings  from  above 
Encompafs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 


B,IL Hymn  _8^ 129 

4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  who  dy*d 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  With  this  guilty  heart  of  mine^^ 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee. 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign^ 
To  be  renewM  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard*^ning  bloody, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God^ 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

Hymn  VHI.     Common  Metre., 

A  hymn  for  morning  or  evening.. 
X   TT  OS  ANN  A,  with  a  cheerful  found, 
J~l  To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  rounds 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 

2  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word. 
And  ev*ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour. 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head,. 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed! 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb.. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  affure 

That  we  (hall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  2X  the  door 
To  fnatch  our  lives  away.. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  revenging  law  ^ 


130 Hymn  9. B.  IL    1 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev*ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fliady  wings. 

Hymn  IX.     Common  Metre. 

Godly  ferrow  arifingfrom  the  fufferinp  cf  Ckrijl, 

I      A   LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  I 
jJTX  And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  hetd 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  1 1 

a  [Thy  body  flain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine. 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While,  all  ex|X)sM  to  wrath  divine^ 
The  glorious  Sufferer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done. 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  1  grace  unknown  I 
And  love  beyond  degree  1 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide„ 

And  fhut  his  glories  in. 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face. 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 

Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs^ 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  ov/e  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  ^ 
*l'is  all  that  I  gan  do*^ 


B.  11.  Hymn  10,  11.  131 

Hymn  X.     Common  Metre. 

Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

1  Ik  ^Y  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
XVA   And  bids  the  world  farewell  y 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet. 

And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 

Nor  feek  your  friendihip  more  ; 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 

That  fuits  my  large  defire  ; 

To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  iin  and  drofs  refia'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere. 

The  glorious  and  rhe  great. 
Brings  his  own  all-fuificience  there. 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

rd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  drefs'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  fmiling  God. 


Hymn  XL     Long  Metre, 

The  fame. 
I   T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
j[  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea. 
And  empty  as  the  whirling  wind- 


132  Hymn  12.  B.II. 

2  Your  dreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair  ; 
And  whilil  I  liilen'd  to  your  fong. 

Your  flreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there^ 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace. 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treacherous  feas. 
And  bade  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  iliining  realms  above 

I  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  y 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fkies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  : 
There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

Hymn  XII.     Common  Metre. 

Cbrtfi  is  the  fubjiance  of  the  Levitical  priejihood, 

1  nr^HE  true  Meffiah  now  appears, 

J[     The  types  are  all  withdrawn  : 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain, 
Incenfe  and  fpice,  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away. 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  offering  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  fhow 

The  wonders  of  his  love  j 


B.  11.  Hymn  13.  133 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father,"  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  fins, 
«  For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  j" 
And  then  he  fliows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

Hymn  XHL     Long  Metre. 

The  creation^  prefervation^  diffolutioriy  and  rejioration^ 
of  this  world. 

I    O  ING  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  fkies, 
1^  ^^^  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  flately  frame  j 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife. 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

a  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  fram'd  the  hills. 
Made  ev*ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft  ; 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  fliining  orbs  roll  on. 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engirt  laft, 
Till  all  his  faints  are  oather'd  in  : 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft. 
To  (hake  it  a-11  to  duft  again. 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fliall  tear  the  (kies. 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below. 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  jcyfu^  eyes, 
There^s  a  new  lieav'n  and  cariii  for  you. 


134  Hymn  14,  15.  B.  II. 

Hymn  XIV.     Short  Metre. 

The  Lord's  day  ;  or^  delight  in  ordinances. 

1  "W-T  TELCOME,  fweet  day  of  reft, 

Y  Y      That  law  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breall. 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near. 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray^ 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been. 

Is  fvveeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  lin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this  ; 

And  fit  and  fing  herfelf  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 


Hymn  XV.     Long  Metre. 

The  enjoyment  of  Chriji  ;  or^  delight  in  wcrjhip, 

1  XT*  AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone ; 
Jj     Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee — 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  Hand 

In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand ; 
And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fid-e, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 


B.  II.  Hymn  16.  135 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face. 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine. 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  iweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  1 

In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  :  ** 

Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known  ! 

Hymn  XVL     Long  Metre. 

Part  the  fecond^ 
I    T     ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
1^  ^   Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  facc^ 
And  lights  our  paOions  to  a  fiame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 
1  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
V/hcn  I  can  feel  thy  glories  fhine, 
'  I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great, 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys. 
Our  ]••  ptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs. 
Here  we  could  fit,  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlaiting  day. 

4  Well,  we  ihali  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coafts  of  per  feci:  light  ; 
I'hen  iliall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love, 

5  [There  fhall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  \ 


136  Hymn   17.  B.  II. 

Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  Iieav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land  ; 
And  in  tliy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  giimpfe  of  thee.] 

Hymn  XVII.     Common  Metre. 

God^s  eternify,  ' 

1  "13  iSE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
Jj\  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  \ 

And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  Eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made. 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe. 

But  {lill  maintain  their  prime  j 
Eurnitfs  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  timie. 

4  "While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow. 

The  prefent  and  the  paft. 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  Now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wade. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  perifii  too. 

And  vaft  dellru6lion  come  ; 
The  creatures — look  1  how  old  they  grow. 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away. 

And  flames  melt  down  the  ikies, 
My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 


B.  IL  Hymn  18,  19.  137 

Hymn  XVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  ininiftry  of  angels, 

1  T  TIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling;  light:, 
J7J_  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat. 
And  troops  of  angeh,  ftretch'd  for  flight. 
Stand  waitins;  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  '«  Go,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  my  Gabrid,  go, 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  i 

"  Make  hafie,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 

"  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Saviour's  come.'* 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fkies, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  ftands  \ 
Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  iiies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands* 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts. 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  \ 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts. 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants.  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  j 
With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

Hymn  XIX.     Common  Metre. 

Our  bodies  frail ^  and  God  our  preferver, 
ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 


L 


Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  , 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
What  feeble  thino;s  we  are. 

Freflx  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand. 
And  flourifli  bright  and  gay  ; 

A  blafting  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 


138 Hymn  20.  B.  11. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings. 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Srange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  *tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame. 

The  God  who  built  us  firft  ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  Name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 

5  [He  fpake — and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains, 

In  all  their  motions,  rofe  ; 
"  Let  blood/'  faid  he,  **  flow  round  the  veins/* 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

"  I  .1.111  ■  I         I         I      I  .mi 

Hymn  XX.     Common  Metre. 

Backjlidings  and  returns  ;  or^  the  incGn/iancy  of  our  love* 

1  '\"1l  T^^Y  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 

VV     ^^y  ^oci,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  [Why  iho'.ild  my  foolifli  pafllons  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace. 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifli  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft. 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  ibize  my  tafte. 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 


B.  II.  Hymn  21.  139 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms. 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart. 
And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 

That  I  fliould  leave  thee  fo  ; 
.Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promised  joys  are  turnM  to  pain. 

And  1  am  drown'd  in  grief. 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again  ; 
He  flies  to  my  reUef  ! 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fvveet  furprife. 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compailion  in  his  eyes. 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus. 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ! 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs. 
Rather  than  iofe  thy  light.] 

10  [Make  hade,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal. 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On   the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread  !] 

Hymn  XXL     Long  Metre- 

^fong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer, 

1  T     ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
ft  '^   Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  ; 

But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold  !  ^  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  I 


140  Hymn  22.  B.  IL 

Hov/  the  black  gulf,  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  ftood. 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood. 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  : 
Thy  wondrous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav*n. 

Hymn  XXH.     Long  Metre. 

Wit/j  God  is  terrible  majefty. 

1  IT^ERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high, 

\_     How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand  ! 
Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withfland. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew. 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through. 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt — and  feels  it  ftill — 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 

•'  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  V 

4  Tremble,  ye  fmners,  and  fubmit  ; 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  : 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet. 
Or  his  ftrong  hand  fliall  crufh  you  down, 

5  And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  that  love  him  too. 
With  rev'rence  bov/  before  his  name  \ 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flanie^ 


B-IL  Hymn  23,  24.     .        14t 

Hymn  XXHI.     Long  Metre. 

The  fight  of  God  and  Qhrijl  in  heaven. 

1  Tr\ESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
JLI^  Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ^ 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 

The  reach  o£  thefe  inferior  things  :, 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  iky. 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feafl  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light^. 

Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand. 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  \ 
The  God  lliines  gracious  through  the  man^ 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel> 
V7hile  to  their  golden  harps  they  £ng  ; 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill. 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  I 

6  When  ftiall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear^ 
That  I  fiiall  mount  to  dwell  above ; 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongit  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing,  and  love  ? 

Hymn  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  evil  of  fin  viftble  in  ihe  fall  of  angels  and  men. 
I  "i:"^THEN  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies, 
VV     ^^^  formed  all  nature  with  a  word  3 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 


142 Hymn  25, B.  II, 

2  High  in  the  midfl  of  all  the  throng 
Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel,  fat ; 
Amongft  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heavenly  flate. 

3  [*Twas  fin  that  hurFd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 

How  art  thou  funk  m  darknefs  dovm. 

Sun  of  the  mornings  from  ike  fhies  /]  ^ 

4.  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood. 

Till  fin  defird  the  happy  place : 

They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  God, 

And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 
5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bowV, 

And  fpread  deftruction  all  abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 

Spoird  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 
5  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief. 

That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  bread  j 

Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  1  may  he  fiay  this  treach'rous  gueft, 
1  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 

Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife  ; 

Thine  everlafting  arms  we  fmg, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 


HyiMN  XXV.     Common  Metre. 

Complaining  offpiritualfloth. 

1  1^   /|"Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  I 
i.VJ.   Awake,  my  fluggiih  foul  1 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do  3 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull ! 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain. 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  flrive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain., 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 


B.  IL Hymn   26.  143 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands. 

And  flars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down. 

And  labour'd  for  our  good ; 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  Ihall  we  lie  fo  fluggifh  11  ill, 

And  never  a(5l  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
♦       And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  ihall  our  active  fpirits  move ; 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love. 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

Hymn  XXVL     Long  Metre/ 

God  invifible. 

1  X     ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals,  blindg 
&  J  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  j 
Oh  !  *tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind, 

To  glance  a  thought  half  Wv^y  to  God, 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone'; 
Where  neither  wings,  nor  fouls  can  fiy.> 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  incomparably  bright  ; 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above ; 
Beyond  cur  praife  thy  grandeur  iiies» 
Yet  v/e  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 


144 Hymn  27. B.  II 

Hymn  XXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  ye  him^  all  his  angels,     Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 
I    /^  OD  !  the  eternal,  awful  name, 

Vjt  That  the  whole  heav*nly  army  fears. 

That  fhakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 
a  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 

And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  ; 

But,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  tiling ; 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  fhews  his  fmiling  face. 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place. 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak — for  you  feel  his  burning  love — 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame  ! 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we,  on  earth,  have  loit  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too  j 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his. 
That  vanquifh'd  Satan  and  his  crew. 

When  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

7  What  mighty  florms  of  poifon'd  darts 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  1 
What  deadly  jav'iins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Fail  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  1 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  5. 
You  that  beheld  the  fmking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  j 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo* 


B.  II.  Hymn  28.  145 

5  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies  ; 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear  ; 
And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praifc. 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear.] 

Hymn  XXVIIL     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  eternity, 

X    O  TOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rife, 
1^   Converfe  a  while  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies. 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down. 

His  pulfe  is  faint  and  few  : 
Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,  the  foul,  that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  hs  wondrous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts — triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair ! 

5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian-angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  foul  I  truft  ; 
And  miy  flefli  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 


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146  Hymn  29,  30.         B.  IT 

Hymn  XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  -price  and  power, 

2  TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 

And  ^ng  thy  bleeding  heart. 

1  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood  ; 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains. 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl. 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4.  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceafing  praife. 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name. 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 


Hymn  XXX.     Short  Metre. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth, 
[I^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\^   And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord. 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

The  forrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banilh'd  from  the  place  : 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

Let  thofe  refufe  to  fin g. 
That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 


B.  IL  Hymn   31.  147 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high. 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe. 

That  rides  upon  the  flormy  Iky, 
And  manages  the  leas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love ; 

He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  (hall  fee  his  face. 
And  never,  never  fin ; 

Tliere,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace,  ■ 

Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate. 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celeftial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets. 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  llreets, 
ID     Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

Hymn  XXXI.     Long  Metre, 

Cbri/i's  frefence  makes  death  eafy, 

I  '\"1|7*^'^  fhould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  ? 
V"  V     "^Vhat  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  I 
Rr 


148  Hymn   32.  B.  II. 

Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  flrife. 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  ihrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prifon,  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte. 
Fly,  fearlefs,  through  death's  iron  gate. 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  Ihe  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

Hymn  XXXIL     Common  Metre. 

Frailty  and  folly. 

1  T  TOW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life ! 
Sl3l  How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs  ! 
Y^et  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive 

To  lavifii  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

"Without  a  moment's  ftay ; 
Juft  like  a  ftory,  or  a  fong. 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on  ; 

And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb. 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  \vc  deferve  the  deepeft  hell, 

That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould  we  feef> 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ! 


B.  IL Hymn  33. 149 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  iov*reign  grace. 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high. 
That  we  may  end  this  iiiortai  race, 
And  fee  faivation  nigh. 

Hymn  XXXHI.     Common  Metre. 

The  blejjed  fociefy  in  heaven, 

1  'Wy  ATSE  thee,  my  foul,  liy  up,  and  rua 
J|^\.  Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  Ilreet, 
And  fay.  There's  nought  below  the  fun 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts. above  ; 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things,. 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneS  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns. 
And  fheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,  the  Saviour  fits. 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-lhining  fkies. 

Behold  the  facred  Dove  ; 
While  banilh'd  fin,  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ^ 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

7  [But,  oh,  what  beams  of  heavenly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face^ 
And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile !] 


150      ,        Hymn  34,  35.         B.  IL 

8  Jefus,  O  when  fhall  that  dear  day. 
That  joyful  hour,  appear. 
When  1  fliail  leave  this  houfe  of  clay. 
To  dwell  amongft  them  there  ? 

Hymn  XXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit ;  or^  fervency  of  deva- 

Hon  de/ired. 
I   ^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^  With  all  thy  quick*ning  pow'rs. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
a  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Hofannas  languifii  on  our  tongues^ 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fhall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove^. 

With  all  thy  quick' ning  pow'rs  ; 
Come,  flied  abroad  a  Saviour's  love^ 
And  that  fliall  kindle  ours. 

Hymn  XXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption, 
I   T    ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lordj 
I  i  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  fong  fhall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 


B.  II. Hymn  36. 151 

2  We  raife  our  Ihouts,  O  God,  to  thee. 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  j 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  He  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

Who  formed  us  by  a  word ; 
*Twas  He  reflor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna !  let  the  earth  and  fkies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Hymn  XXXVI.     Short  Metre.  " 

Chrlffs  intercefflon. 

1  "^"TTELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

VV     '1'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  j 
If  juftice  calls  for  flnners'  blood. 
The  Saviour  fhews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by. 
And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  lovcs^ 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honour  ling  ; 

Jefus,  the  Pried,  receives  our  fongs. 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face. 
And  found  his  glories  high  i 

R  R  3 


152  Hymn  37.  B.  IL 


"  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above  ;*' 

But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  drains,. 
To  fpeak  immortal  love ! 

7  [How  jarring,  and  how  low. 
Are  all  the  notes  we  ling  ! 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew. 
And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King.] 

Hymn  XXXVH.     Common  Metre> 

The  fame, 
1  T     IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat, 
JLi  Where  your  Redeemer  flays  : 
Kind  Intercefibr,  there  he  fits. 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

a  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee. 
And  flied  his  vital  blood  ; 
Appeas'd  flern  juflice  on  the  tree,. 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife. 

And  faints  their  offerings  bring  ^ 
The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facrifice, 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe. 

Their  faints  and  angels  boaft  ; 
"We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe. 
Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  hofl.] 

5  Jefus  alone  ihall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne  ; 
He,  deareft  Lord,  perfum.es  my  fighs. 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 


B.  IL  Hymn  3&,  39.  t5S 


6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 
Hofanna  in  the  high'ft  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

Hymn  XXXVUL    Common  Metre 

Love  to  Gcd» 
1  T  TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign,. 
jTl  Wkere  love  infpires  the  breaft  : 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train. 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  relL 
3  Knowledge — alas  1  'tis  all  in  vain,. 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  y 
Our  flubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign j. 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  ^Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too ;. 
But  Satan  cannot  love.. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings^ 

When  faith  and  hope  fhall  ceafe  ; 
^Tis  this  {hall  flrike  our  joyful  firings, 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay. 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

Hymn  XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  Jhortnefs  and  mifery  of  life, 
I   /'^^^  days,  alas  1  our  mortal  days, 
V_/  Are  Ciort  and  wretched  too  ! 
*'  Evil  and  fev/,"  the  patriarch  fays. 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 


154  Hymn  40,  4K  B.  IL 

2  'Tis  but,  at  beft,  a  narrow  bound. 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
And  pains  and  fins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few. 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafte  ; 
Monients  of  fin,  and  months  of  wo. 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul. 

And  call  her  to  the  ikies. 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll. 
And  glory  never  dies. 

Hymn  XL.     Gommon  Metre, 

Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Chrifl. 

1  /^UR  God,  how  firm  his  promife  flands, 
V^  E'en  when  he  hides  his  face  1 

He  trufls  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints. 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  .»* 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints. 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd. 

And  part  of  heav'n  poiTefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd. 
And  trull  him  for  the  reft. 

Hymn  XLI.     Long  Metre. 

A  fight  of  God  mortifies  its  to  the  world, 
I  [TTP  to  the  fields,  where  angels  lie, 
\J    And  living  waters  gently  roll. 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly^ 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 


B,  IL Hymn  42, 1^ 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  y 
And  thou  can'll  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  Dove  ! 

3  Oh  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  Ikies  ; 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be, 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  !  j 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  ; 
Vanifh,  as  though  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  ihould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  fhaking  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  fliall  bow,  and  fing 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

Hymn  XLU.     Common  Metre, 

Delight  in  God, 

1  T^/TY  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
±VJL  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable. 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies. 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upward  tow'rd  the  Ikies, 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat  : 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence.  Lord, 

Do  Ihout  with  joyful  tongues ; 
Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  boards 
We  crown  the  feail  witli  fongs,. 


1_5 6 Hymn  43,  B.  IL 

4  While  Jefus  fhines  with  quick'ning  grace, 

We  fing,  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But,  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face. 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  [Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  flate^ 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  through  all  the  grove. 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Jufl  fo,  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reftlefs  circles  rove  ; 
Juft  fo  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing. 
When  Jefus  hides  his  iove.] 


Hymn  XLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Chri/i*s  fnfferings  and  glory • 

1  I^TOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
X^    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  \ 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays. 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light. 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  j 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love  1 

3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earthy 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath — 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.J 

4  [Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt  ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down. 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fliades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  left  the  earth. 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. 


B.  II.  Hymn   44> 15^7 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fcns  of  light. 
Up  to  his  throne  ot  fnini ng  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  Iwcet  beciaties  of  his  face  ! 

7  Amongll:  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues. 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

Hymn  XLIV.     Long  Metre. 

Hell ;  or,  the  vengeance  of  God. 
I  IJ'^TITH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 
y  y     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore ; 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 
^  Far,  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells. 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpiir, 
Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell. 
And  laid  her  ftores  of  vengeance  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains. 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals. 
And  darts  t'  infli^l  immortal  pains. 
Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firfi:  finner,  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 

Cr«{h'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.J 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace. 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son — 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haflens  on. 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 


158  Hymn  45,  46.  B.  11. 

Hymn  XLV.     Long  Metre. 

God's  condefcenfton  to  our  worfhip, 

1  nPHY  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  j 

X     Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles. 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  fi:arry  throne. 

And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  ; 
But  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down. 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  ! 

3  Great  God  !  •  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay. 
But  thy  compainon's  ail  divine. 

»■■'''■  ' ' '  »    •»■ 

Hymn  XLVL     Long  Metre. 

God's  condefcenfwn  to  human  affairs, 
\  TTP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
\j    And  views  the  nations  from  afar. 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly. 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  [He  that  can  {hake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  wdth  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  ! 

3  God,  that  muft  ftoop  to  view  the  fkies, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  calls  his  eyes. 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too,]] 

4-  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things. 
And  manages  our  mean  afFairs  ; 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
Beftows  his  counfels,  and  his  careSr 


B.  IL  Hymn  47.  159 

3  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ; 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour. 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load, 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
For  worms  were  never  raisM  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow- worm. 

7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to.  thy  grace. 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  fliould  rife. 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

Hymn  XLVH.     Long  Metre. 

Glory  and  grace  in  the  per/on  of  Chrijl. 

1  ^JOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 

\^%    Awake,  my  foul  ;  awake,  my  tongue  j 
Hofanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  fliines  in  Jefus'  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  powerful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands : 
The  pleafmg  luftre  of  his  eyes 
Outihines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

5  Grace !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  \ 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus*  name : 

Ss 


160  Hymn  48,  49.  B,  II. 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  rellecl  it  to  the  ground. 
6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
"Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face- 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold. 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

Hymn  XLVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous, 

J   "FT  OW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
J7j|_  How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too. 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brighteft  things  below  the  fky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light  ; 
We  {hould  fufpecl  fome  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  poffefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  nearefl  friends. 

The  partners  of  our  blood. 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love. 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affedions  move, 
]^or  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  fours  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  coirr  and  my  heart  away 
Froin  all  c'''':Atcd  ^ood. 

Hymn   XLiX.     Common  Metre. 

Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God, 
I    I  \  EAT  FT  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
i_^  It  God  be  with  us  there  j 


t^' 


B.  IL  Hymn    50.  161 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkeft  fliade. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below. 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  cali'd  to  go. 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  Climb  to  Pifgah's  top. 

And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  fleih  itfelf  would  long  to  drop. 

And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath  ; 
And  lofe  my  hfe  among  the  charms 

Of  fo  divine  a  death.  ^ 

Hymn  L,     Long  Metre,    j^^  - 

Comforts  under  forroivs  and  pains ^      ^    r    -^ ^. 

1  TVT^^^  ^^^  ^^^  ^^^^'  "^y  Saviour,  fmile,     '"^i^^ 
1^    And  fhew  my  name  upon  his  heart  ; 

1  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 

And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart.  > 

2  But  oh  !  it  fwells  my  for  rows  high,  "^^^^  <j 
To  fee  my  bleffed  Jefus  frown  ; 

My  fpirits  fink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

5^  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints? 
Still,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  j 
Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bears  his  faints. 
And  feels  their  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  : 
Fd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd. 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 


162  Hymn  5L  B.  IL 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  Ihall  fecurely  ft  and, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear^ 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  Ihall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run^ 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  j 
My  rifmg  and  my  fetting  fun 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

Hymn  LL     Long  Metre. 

G&d  thi  Son  equal  withthi  Faikft 
I  Tl  RIGHT  Kin^  of  glory^  dreadful  God  1 
j3  Our  fpirits  T^ow  before  thy  imi  \ 
*i'o  thee  W€  lift  a  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 

s  [Thy  poAv*r  hath  form'd,  thy  vvifdom  fways 
AW  n;\tur€  with  a  fbv'reign  word  \ 
And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
Am\^  fmiling,  fit  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Eternal  juuice  guards  thy  throne. 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright,  . 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who,  amongll  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood. 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  [Their  glory  fliines  with  equal  beams ; 
Their  eifence  is  forever  one  ; 

Though  they  are  known  by  different  names. 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son, 


B.  II.       .      Hymn  52.  163 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 
His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fmg. 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

H*  Hymn  LII.     Common  Metre. 

Death  dreadful^  or  delighifuL 

1  I  AEATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
3^  To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 

To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

•« 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  flie  lifts  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain. 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  Ikies, 
To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell. 

Let  llubborn  fmners  fear  ; 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  FOREVER  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flaihes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too. 
And  ling  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love. 

Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me,      •  * 

And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above. 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me.  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand. 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  fome  celellial  band. 
To  bear  my  foul  away, 

S  s  2 


164 Hymn  53. B.  II 

Hymn  LIIL     Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  ;  or^  earth  and  heaven* 

I   T     ORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
-   i.  J  That  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy  ! 

a  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  ground. 
And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  1  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  ihall  tread  the  defart  through 

"With  undiverted  feet ; 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beafls  of  prey 

Around  the  foreft  roam  : 
^ut  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way. 
And  guides  the  flrangers  home.] 

6  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below. 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlalling  day.] 

7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears. 

We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares. 
We  make  our  way  to  God, 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze. 

But  we  march  upward  ftill  ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways. 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hiU. 


B.  IL Hymn  54. 165 

9  [See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates. 

Inviting  us  to  come  1 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travellers  home.] 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount. 

Our  weary  fouls  Ihall  fit, 
And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

1 1  [No  vain  difcourfe  Ihall  fill,  our  tongue. 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  fhail  be  our  fong; 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.J 

12  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 
Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  iing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew. 

Hymn  LIV.     Common  Metre. 

God's  prefence  is  light  in  darknefs, 

1  '^yT^  God^  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
JlVJL  The  life  of  my  delights. 

The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  I 

2  In  darkeft  fhades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  Morning  Star, 

And  he  my  riiing  Sun.  * 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fiiine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  fliews  his  heart  is  mine. 
And  whifpers — I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporiing  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  (hining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord ! 


166 Hymn   5.S. B.  11. 

5  Fearlefs  ot  hell  and  ghaltly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe  *, 
The  Vv^ings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


Hymn  LV.     Common  Metre. 

Frail  life^  and  fucceeding  eternity, 

1  T  I  "^HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

i     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 

What  dying. worms  are  we  ! 

2  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  flill. 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  putfe  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 
Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  groundj  *     .% 

To  pufti  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around,  » 

To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God !  on  what  a  llerider  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  Ufe's  feeble  firings  .1 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  wo, 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  "Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 

To  walk  tliis  dang'rous  road  ; 
And,  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence^ 
May  they  be  found  with  God, 


B-II.  Hymn  56,  57.  167 

Hymn  LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  mifery  of  being  without  God  in  this  wsrid ;  cr, 

vain  profperity^ 
I  T^TO  !  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more, 
X^    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increaie  their  golden  (lore, 
And  rile  to  wondrous  height. 

a  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  thiit  grow 
Upon  this,  earthly  clod  \ 
Well,  they  may  feareh  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 
But  death  comes  haft^ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down,  ^ 

4  Yes,  you  rnuft  bow  your  ftatdy  head  j 

Away  your  fpirit  flies  j 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  fkies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  ftores. 

And  tell  how  bright  they  ihine  > 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  are  your^s. 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine  ! 

Hymn  LVH.     Long  Metre. 

The  pleafures  of  a  good  confcience* 

1  T     ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 

I  J  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
Should  florms  of  wrath  Ihake  earth  and  fea. 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love.; 
And  foft  and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move* 


168 Hymn  58. B.  IL 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on. 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fwift  away  1 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav*nly  hills. 
Where  groves  of  living  pJeafures  grow  I 
And' longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  fmiles. 
Sit  undillurb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys  ; 
But  fpend  the  day  and  ihare  the  night 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  grov'lingin  the  dufl  below; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls. 

And  we'll  afpi re  to  glory  too.   i^' 


i 


Hymn  LVHl.     Common  Metre. 

The  Jhortncfs  of  life  and  the  goq^efs  of  God% 
^IM£  !  what  an  empty  vapfcur  'tis ! 
^ji^nd  days,  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swm"  as  an  Indian  arrow  flics, 

OrJikealhooting^^^  •    j 

2  [The  prefent  moments  jufl:  appear, 

Then  Aide  away  ih  hafte  ; 
That  we  can  never  fay — theyWe  here  / 

But  only  fay — they're  pq/iS]  '-^ 

3  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing. 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  Hioment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lafting  favours  fliare  ; 
Yet,  with  the  bounries  of  thy  grace. 
Thou  ioad'fl  the  rolling  year. 


B.II. Hymn  59. 169 

5  '  lis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food. 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 
"While  grace  Hands  pointing  out  the  road. 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes. 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong. 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

Hymn  LIX.     Common  Metre. 

Paradife  on  earth, 
J   f^  LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the  fky, 
\Jf  And  fends  his  bleflings  through  j 
Who  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

2  [Glory  to  God,  who  floops  his  throne. 

That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't. 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown *d, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
*Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defart  fprings  ; 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftraight  employ 
On  fweet  celeftial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear. 

And  each  his  glory  (hows  ! 
The  Rofe  of  Sharon  blofToms  here. 
The  faireft  flow'r  that  blows* 


r70 Hymn  60, B.  II. 

6  Cheerful  Ifeaft  on  heav'nly  fruit. 

And  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 
Plqafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
'    Of  the  eternal  throne  ij 

7  But,  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay  ; 

How  foon  my  fms  arile, 
And  fnatch  th'  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  fiiining  day  appear, 
That  I  {hall  leave  thefe  clouds  of  fin. 
And  guilt  and  darknefs.here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  ikies. 

My  hafty  feet  would  go  ; 
There  everlafting  flow*rs  arife, 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

Hymn  LX.     Long  Metre. 

The  truth  of  God  the  promifer  ;  or^  the  promifes  are 
our  fecurity, 

1  U  RAISE,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid 

%       To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
Praife  to  the  God  whofe  fl:rong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees. 
He  fets  his  kindefl  promifes. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give  ; 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpake,  and  fpread  the  fiiies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round  ; 


B.  IL  Hymn  61. 17t 

And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poks. 
On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 
'5  Whence  then  ihould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas !  our  mind  receives 
The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives, 

6  Oh,  for  a  flrong,  a  lafting  faith. 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  fairh  ! 
T'  embrace  the  ireffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then,  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fliake. 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks,  when  billows  roar# 

3  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies. 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  court  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

^  -  — I.I        .  ■  I  .      .  .  nil.      Ill  m 

Hymn  LXL     Common  Metre. 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory, 
Y  foul,  come,  meditate  the  day. 
And  think  how  near  it  flands, 
WJien  thou  rauil  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

c  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hoUov/  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you. 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.] 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die. 
And  place  us  in  their  Head  ; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly^ 
And  convcrfe  with  the  dead. 

T  T 


172 Hymn   62.  B.  II. 

4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms. 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  (hould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  lliould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefli, 

Thefe  fetters  and  this  load, 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs. 
That  we  may  reli:  with  God.] 

6  We  (hould  aim  oft  for  fake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray  and  wilh  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

Hymn  LXII.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  thunderer  ;  or^  the  lajl  judgment  and  hell* 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 
\J  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 

Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coafts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  powV. 

2  His  founding  chariot  fhakes  the  fky. 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 

There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie. 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noiftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams — 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames. 
And  thunder  roars  along  ! 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  fmner  do  I 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 

•  Mads  in  a  great  fuddcn  ftorm  of  thunder,  Auguft  iioth,  16^7^ 


B.  IT.  Hymn  63,  6  4.  175 

But  he  ihall  dread  the  Thund'rer  aow. 

And  fmk  beneath  his  word. 
6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll. 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm. 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 

In  one  eternal  ftorm. 

Hymn  LXIIL     Common  Metre. 

A  funeral  thought, 

1  ¥  T  ARK  1  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  found  I 
J^  i   Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry — 

*'  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
*'  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

2  "  Princess  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

'-  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  j 
*^  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head 
"  Mufl  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  5 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 
WeMl  rife  above  tlie  Iky. 

Hymn  LXIV.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  glory  and  the  defence  of  Zion. 
J   T  T  APPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place^ 
JTl  The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  j 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

'2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  \ 


174  Hymn  65,  B.  IL 

Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage ; 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  y 
Like  riling  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dafh,  and  die  upon  the  ihore. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell  y 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  Ihield,  and  God  our  fun  ;, 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace,. 
And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praife. 

Hymn  LXV.     Common  Metre. 

The  hope  of  heaven  our  Jiippori  under  trials  on  earthi 

1  'T'^THEN  i  can  read  my  title  clear 

VV     "To  manfions  in  the  Ikies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  evVy  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes., 

2  Should  earth  againd  my  foul  engagCj, 

And  helliili  darts  be  hurl'd. 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage. 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come., 

And  ftorms  of  forrew  fall; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  hom.e. 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all  : 

4  There  fliall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul- 

In  feas  of  heavenly  reft  ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roQ. 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 


B,  IL  Hymn  66,  67.  175 

Hymn  LXVI.     Common  Metre, 

^  profpe^  of  heaven  makes  death  eafy* 
I   TPHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
X     Where  faints  immortal  reign  j 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banilh  pain. 

1  There  evcrlafting  fpring  abides. 
And  never-with'ring;  flowVs  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  cur's. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fwelling  flood. 

Stand  drefl  in  living  green  : 
So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  ftood. 
While  Jordan  roE'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  flirink. 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
"   And  hnger,  fhiv'ring  an  the  brink. 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife — 
And  fee  the  Canaan,  that  we  love. 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood. 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er  ; 
Kot  Jordan's  flream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore. 

Hymn  LXVIl.     Common  Metre. 

God's  eternal  dominion. 
I   /^  RE  AT  Godi  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
.Vjjr  What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
T  T  2 


m Hymn  6g>  B,JL 

a  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood. 
Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  alt  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  trme  quite  naked  liev 

To  thine  immenfe  furvcy. 

From  the  formation  of  the  (ky^ 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears— 
Great  God  !  there^s  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  fcenes  are  drawn^^ 

And  v€x*dwith  trifling  cares; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undiflurb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthlef^  worms  are  we  1 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee.. 

Hymn  LXVIIL     Common;  Metee, 

The  humble  worjhip  of  heaven^. 
1  T7' ATHER,  I  long,  1  faint  to  fee 
r    The  place  of  thine  abode  ! 
I'd  learve  thy  earthly  courts,  and  fle« 
Up  to  thy  feat,,  my  God  !: 
^  Here  1  behold  thy  diilant  face,, 
And  'tis  a  plealing  fight  ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight ! 
3  Td  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfc. 
To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ;• 
Pleafure  fprings  frefh  forever  thence^, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown ^ 


B,  IL Hymn  69. 177 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hoils  arc  feen  j 

In  fhining  ranks  they  move ; 

And  drink  immortal  vigour  in. 

With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there^ 

Before  th*  eternal  ALL. 
^  There  I  would  vie  with  ail  the  hoft 

In  duty,  and  in  blifs  '^ 
While  k/s  than  yiothing  I  could  boaft. 

And  vanity  confefs.] 
7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes^ 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie  ; 
Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  ihall  rife 

Unmeafurably  high. 

Hymn  LXlX,     Common  Metre- 

The  fait hfulnefs  of  God  in  the  promifes. 
J  [TJ  EOIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme^ 
JJ  And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing  y 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Gf  Qur  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulnefs. 

And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  fvveet  promife  of  his  grace^ 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Frochim  fahatiofi from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  wordl 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  m  eternal  brafs. 

The  mighty  promife  ihines  ;. 
Nor  ean  the  pow'rs  of  dai*knefs  raze 
Thofe  everiafting  lines.] 


m Hymn  10. B>  W 

5  [He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death. 

And  mak€  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
He  fpeaks — and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  (Irong 

As  that  which  built  the  (kies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  flars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid — Let  the  wide  heaven  be  fpread^- 

And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  : 
Abrah'm^  YU  he  thy  Gcd,  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abraham's  God. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thine  heav'nly  tongue 

But  whifper — thou  art  mine  ! 
Thofe  gentle  words  fhould  raife  my  fpng 
To  notes  almoft  divine, 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice. 

And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  I 
rd  truft  the  all-creating  voice. 
And  faith  defircs  no  more.], 


Hymn  LXX.     Long  Metre. 

Goi'j  dominion  over  thefea.     Pf.  cvii.  23,  S«:. 

I   /^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thundering  voice 
\_y  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  i 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  fink  them,  fiient,  in  the  fand. 

a  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod. 
The  fea  divides  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  {lor my  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  fhoals,  amidft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay ; 
The  meaneft  fiQi  that  fwims  the  flood 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  piarife  to  God. 


B.  II. Hymn  71. 17^^ 

4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  : 
By  thy  permifiion,  fport  and  play. 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way* 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears. 
Leviathan  lies  ftill,  and  fears ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high. 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  iky.]} 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow*r  ador*d 
Amidll  thefe  wat'ry  nations.  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas^ 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife* 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee. 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves. 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  v 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme. 

Nor  own  the  God  that  refci'd  them.]] 

9  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thy    *.  id ! 
Shake  all  the  feas.  Lord,  IhaKC  the  land  :^ 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  iky. 

From  the  ^oth  to  the  loSth  hymH,  /  hope  the  render  nvtU/lrghe 
the  ne^kcl  of  rhyme  in  the  \ft  and  ^d  Unei  oftkefianza* 

Hymn  LXXI.     Long  Metre, 

Fralfe  to  God  from  ali  creatures* 
iL  nr^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
J[     My  joyful  voice  (hall  fmg. 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 
2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clayj, 
Aad  wrought  this  human  frame  i- 


180  Hymn  72.  B.  11, 

But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  : 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  Ikies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beads  of  ev'ry  Ihape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas. 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  hrs  honour  fhine ; 

And  wl^els  of  nature,  roll  ; 
Pra^ife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe- 
Around  the  fleady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills. 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 


Hymn  LXX^'I,     Common  Metre. 

Tbe  Lord*s-day  \  or,  the  refurreftion  ofCbriJi. 
J  "13  LEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
XJ^  Beheld  our  rifmg  God ;, 
That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  liis  lad  abode ! 

3  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay. 
Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
The  third  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  lleeping  Conqueror  arofe. 

And  burft  their  feebk  chain-        '*   . 


B.  IL  Hymn  73,  74>  181 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Theie  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  hofannas  fhall  proclaim  * 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 
J  [Salvation  and  immortal  pralfe 
To  our  vid:orious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas. 
With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 


Hymn  LXXHI.      Common  Metre. 

Doiibis  fcatfered  J  or,  /pi  ritual  joys  reft  or  ed, 

1  T  1  ENCE  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  begone^ 
STm.   ^nd  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 

My  tongue  fhall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind. 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  fliining  rays, 
Difpeird  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh  !   what  immortal  joys  I  felt. 

And  raptures,  all  divine — 
When  Jefus  told  me — I  lu^s  hisy 
And  mv  Belonged  mine. 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face. 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

Hymn  LXXIV.     Short  Metre. 

Repentance  from  a  fenfe  of  divine  goodnefs  ;  or  a 
ccmplmnt  of  ingratitude* 
1       TS  this  the  kind  return, 

J.  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  ibleffings  flow ! 


182  Hy?v^n   75.  B.  II. 


To  what  a  flubborn  frame 
Has  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  i 
What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we. 
And  God  as  flrangely  kind  ! 

[On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For-  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run. 
To  lengthen  out  ^ur  days. 

The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  : 
But  we,  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 

Reje£l  his  eafy  reign.] 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  fouls  afrefli ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  flone. 

And  2;ives  us  hearts  of  ilefii. 

Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 
And  hourly,  as  nev^^  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 


Hymn  LXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Spirit  ual  and  eternal  joy  ;  or^  the  beatific  vifion  of  Chriji^ 

1  TT'ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  Hull  rife, 
Jj/     And  run  eternal  rounds. 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  ficies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly   beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blefled  Jefus  reigns, 

In  heav*n's  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
ril  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure,  and  m  praife, 


Be  IL  Hymn  76. 183 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove ; 
And  endlefs  ages  Til  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jefus !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefh  endearments  bring. 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafle,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Ply,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  GodJ 


Hymn  LXXVL     Common  Metre. 

The  refurrcftion  and  afcenjton  of  Chrifl. 
5  TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
JTA  ^^o  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  ; 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death. 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread. 

Since  our  Immanuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away. 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellifti  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft^ 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefli, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns. 

And  fcatters  bleiTings  down  j 
Our  Jefus  filis  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celefdal  throne. 

5  []R.aife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues. 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  j 
Uu 


184 Hymn   77,  B*  IL 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  ft r ike  your  loudeft  firings. 
Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Imijianuers  praife.] 


Hymn  LXXVH.     Long  Metre. 

The  Chrtflian  warfare. 

STAND  up,  my  foul,  fliake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  encj- fs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour's  gone. 
Hell  and  thy  fins  refift  thy  courfe ; 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifli'd  foes ; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe. 

[What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 
Eternal  chiins  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

What  though  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  ? 
'Tis  but  a  firuggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  viclorious  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ftrife/J 

Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav^nJy  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign. 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conquVors  wait. 

There  fliall  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown. 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
Join  io  my  glorious  Leader's  pralfe* 


B.  II.  HVMN  7  8,  7  9.  185 

-  * 

HyxMN  LXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  Chr'iJL 
1  "UXTHEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
W    Rebell'd,  and  loft  their  God^ 
And  the  infeclion  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ; 

a  Infinite  pity  touched  the  heart 
Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  courts 

He  left  his  Father's  throne.  . . 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 

His  mod  divine  array  ; 
And  wrapt  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  lovc^ 

RedeemM  unhappy  men ; 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 

To  life  and  God  again.  "^ 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefii  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign ; 
Bleft  Jefus^  take  us  for  thy  own. 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  fhall  forever  be 

The  bus^nefs  of  our  days. 
Forever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  defer ved  praife, 

Hyimk  LXXIX,     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
I  T>LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair, 
Jl     We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm*ring  day. 


1^86 Hym^c  80,  B,II 

1  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief ; 
He  faw — and  (O !  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  Ihining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
EnterM  the  grave,  in  mortal  ilelli. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoiPd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  \ 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
v^.  From  everlalling  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projeds  tries  \ 
We,  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  flaves^ 
Are  rais'd  above  the  Ikies.] 

6  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break. 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord  \ 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofanna,  round  the  fpacious  earth, 
'To  thine  adored  name  ! 

8  Angels,  alTift  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.]       , 


Hymn  LXXX.     Short  Metre. 

GotTs  awful  power  and  goodnefs^ 

OH  !  the  Almighty  Lord ! 
How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word. 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 


B.  II.  Hymn  81- I£7 

'i       Let  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things. 
Or  he  fliall  tread  you  down, 

3  Above  the  Ikies  he  reigns. 
And  with  amazing  blows^ 

He  deals  infufFerabie  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlafting  God, 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ^ 
Thy  fcept re's  €(jual  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well  ; 

And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  fits  enthron'd  above  : 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might. 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

Hymn  LXXXI.     Common  MetiT. 

Our  Jin  the  canfe  of  ChrijVs  death, 
t      A  MD  now  the  feales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
jr%L  Now  1  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rous  things  thty  be  ! 

3  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  dcareii  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monflers,  that  flain'd  thofe  heavV^Iy  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  r 

J  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  donc^ 
My  dcareft  Lord  was  Ilain  \ 


188  Hymn  82.  B.  IL 

When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  I 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  ! 

ril  wound  my  God  no  more : 
Hence,  from  my  heart,  ye  iins,  be  gone^* 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 

From  grace's  magazine ; 

And  ril  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 

Hymn  LXXXH.     Common  Metre.. 

Redemption  and  froteSf  ion  from  fpiritual  enemies^ 
I      A   RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs>, 
jf3^  And  triumph  in  my  God  ^ 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

^  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin^. 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell. 
And  fix'd  my  Handing  more  fecuxe 
Than  'twas  before  I  felh.  . 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  toye 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd^. 
And  on  the  Rock  of  iiges  fet 
My  llipp'ry  footdeps  l^ft. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  waird  around  with  grace  5, 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fiiarpeft  fpite^, 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  llfej. 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r^ 


B-  IL  Hymn  83,  84..  im 

6  Arife,  my  foul  ;.  awake,  my  vf)ice, 
And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  ;. 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour,  and  my  King. 


Hymn  LXXXIIL-   Common  Metre;. 

T/je  pajfion  and  exaltation  of  Ghrifi, 

1  npHUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies — 

J^    "  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  finite  the  man 3. 
"  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord.. 

2  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command>. 

And,  armed,  down  (he  flies  ; 

Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand^ 

And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  oh  !  the  wifdom,  and  the  grace,:,, 

That  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race,, 
And  yet  herifes  too.. 

4  A  perfon  ft)  divine  was  he,. 

Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
That  lie  could  give  his  foul  away,. 
And;  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live^  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  ;, 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy. 
The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 


Hymn.  LXXXIV..    Short  Metre.. 

The  fame, 

COME,  all  harmonious  tongues^. 
Your  nobleil  mulic  bring  \. 
*Tis  Ghrift,  the-Everlafting  God, 
And  Chrift,  the  man,  we  fmg^. 


190 Hymn  85, B.  IL 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh. 
To  take  away  our  guilt  ; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood. 
That  hellifh  monft^rs  fpilt. 

3  [Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deep  into  his  fide  ; 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy/d.  J 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll  ; 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  fliades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign^ 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 

For  hell  itfelf  fhakes  at  his  name,- 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by,~ 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  fhine^ 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  blefs  his  faints*  and  angels*  eyes-^ 
To  everiafling  dayii. 

Hymn  LXXXY.     Common  Metre. 

Sufficiency  of  pardon, 
I,  'WT^^^  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
y  V     Thole  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thcfe  that  wade  your  faith,. 
Acd  nourifi^your  ddpalr  I 


B.  II. Hymn  86'> 191 

^  What  though  your  numVous  lins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  fill  the  fkies. 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne. 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife  i 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  fwell. 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never  failing  grace ! 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe  ! 

5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills. 

Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne*er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults. 
And  pard'nlng  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  o  V  thoughts. 

Hymn  LXXXVI.    Common  Metre^ 

h'eedom  from  fin  and  mlfery  in  heaven. 

1  /^UR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
V^  And  like  a  violent  fea. 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee. 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  I 

How  loud  the  tempers  roar  ! 
.  But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands,. 

Our  fpeedy  feet  Ihall  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal. 
Or  cool  our  burning  love* 


192 Hymn  $7>  B.  IL 

4  There  Ihall  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  cur  hearts. 
And  fmile  in  every  face. 

5  Forever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  j- 
And  Jefus  and  falvation  be 
The  clofe  of  every  fong. 

Hyimn  LXXXVII.  Common  Metre. 

The  divme  glories  above  our  reafon, 

1  XJ  ^^  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  brightJ 
Sl\     Mufl  our  Creator  be  I 

Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity  ! 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 

Toward  the  celeftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  blelied  Three, 
And  th«  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  alFits  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  Ikies; 
But  flill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls^ 

And  awfully  adore  : 
Fof  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.J, 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab' ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highefl  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores^ 

The  great  myilerious  King, 
While  angels  llrain  their  nobler  pow'rs,. 
And  fweep  th' immortal  firing. 2 


15.  il.  Hymn  88,  89.  193 


Hymn  LXXXVIII.     Com.  Metre, 

Salvation* 

1  Q  ALVATION  1  oh,  the  joyful  found  ! 
1^  *Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 

A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  Hn, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav*nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
"While  all  the  arniies  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 


Hymn  LXXXIX.    Common  Metre; 

Chri/i^s  viStory  over  Satan. 

1  T  T  OS  ANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 
jLX  ^^^  prince  of  darknefs  flies  ; 

His  troops  rufli  headlong  down  to  hell. 
Like  lightning  from  the  ikies. 

2  There  bound  in  chains  the  lions  roar. 

And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vi<ft'ries,  and  thy  deathkfs  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world  fhall  run  ; 
And  everlafting  ages  fing 
The  triumph  thou  haft  won. 


194  Hymn  90,  9h  B.  IL 

Hymn  XC.     Common  Metre* 

Faith  in  Chrift  for  pardon  and  fanBificatton. 
M  T  TOW  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  isl 
_£  J|_   Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fall  in  his  flavifii  -chains. 

!a  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov^reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  facred  word  j 
Ho  J  ye  defpairingjinners,  come^ 
And  iruji  upon  the  Lord. 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call. 

And  runs  to  this  relief  ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
Oh  1  help  mine  unbelief. 

4  £To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wafh  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  vi<^orious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifli  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm. 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  ftrength,  and  righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  all  ! 

Hymn  XCL     Common  Metre, 

The  glory  cf  Chrifi  in  heaven, 

X   C^S^-i  ^^c  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
V_^  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  iheds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  overflowing  grace. 


B.  IL  Hymn  91.  195 

2  Sweet  majeily  and  awful  love 

Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow  ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diftance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  ; 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  llreet  ; 
And  lay  their  higheft  honours  down 
Submiffive  at  his  feet.] 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  bleffed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand. 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head. 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound. 
See  what  immortal  glories  Ihine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  1 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  Ihall  love  him  more. 

S  [Lord  !  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
To  fee  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  !] 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  fight. 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifli  thy  fiery  chariots,- Lord, 
To  fetch  our  fouls  away, 
W  w 


196  Hymn  92.  B,  II. 

Hymn  XCII.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  faved^  and  her  enemies  difappointed  ;  or, 
deliverance  from  treafon. 

1  OHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
1^  Through  the  whole  nation  run  : 
Ye  weftern  fkies,  refound  the  noife 

Beyond  the  rifmg  fun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire  ; 

Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 
And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir. 
To  praife  th*  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules. 

And,  on  the  ftarry  Ikies, 
Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  deiigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage 

And,  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots. 
And  fliakes  their  Babel  down. 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  drove  in  vain 
To  Tcape  all-fear ching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd  ; 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord  who  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  try  ; 
Their  fouls  fliall  pine  with  envious  rage 
And  vex  away,  and  d^.z* 


B.  11.  Hymn   93.  197 


8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
From  their  malicious  pow*r  : 
Then  let  us  with  united  fongs   • 
Almighty  grace  adore. 


Hymn  XCIII.      Short  Metre, 

God  all,  and  in  alL     Pfalm  Ixxiii.  25. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  5 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  alL 

[Thy  (hining  grace  can  clieer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell  : 
'Tis  paradife,  when  thou  art  here  ; 

If  thou  depart,  ^tis  hell.] 

[The  fmilings  of  thy  face. 

How  amiable  they  are ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace. 

And  no  w^here  elfe  but  there. J 

[To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs  \ 
They  lit  around  thy  gracious  throne. 

And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

[Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place. 
If  God  his  refidence  remove. 

Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky. 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 

Without  thy  prefence.  Lord. 

Thou  art  the  fea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll; 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  foul. 


198 Hymn  94, B.  II 

8       [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly. 
With  infinite  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.]] 

Hymn  XCIV.     Common  Metre, 

God  my  only  happinefs.     Pfalm  Ixxiii.  25, 

1  T\/B"^  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
JLVl.     My  everlafting  all ! 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above. 
Or  on  this  earthly  bail. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies. 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys  \ 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun. 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  fwcet  beams  create  my  noon  \ 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilil  upon  my  reftkfs  bed 

Amongil  the  fliades  1  roll. 
If  my  Redeemer  fnevvs  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things. 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
*Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  pofreffor  of  the  earth. 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  \ 


B.  11.  Hymn  95.  199 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas. 
And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face. 
And  I  defire  no  more. 


Hymn    XCV.     Common  Metre, 

Look  on  him  whom  they  pierced^  and  mourn, 
NFINITE  grief  1  amazing  wo  I 


I 


Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
Hell  and  the  Jews  confpir'd  his  death. 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 

2  Oh  !  the  fliarp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore. 
When  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns^- 
His  facred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns^ 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands. 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 

4  'Twere  you,  my  hns,  my  cruel  fins. 

His  chief  tormentors  were  5 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail. 
And  unbelief  the  fpear^ 

5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  dbwn 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart — oh,  burffi,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow,. 
And  deep  repentance  drovva  mine  eyes 
In  undiiTemUed  wo  ! 

V\^  W  2- 


200  Hymn  96,  97.  B.  IL 

Hymn    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

Di/linguijhing  love  ;  or,  angels  punijhed^  and  ?nenfaved^ 

OWN  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 
The  rebel-angels  fell. 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs. 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  j 
And  Jefus  iloop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  finkir\g  v^^orld. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Mufl  Heaven's  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  fave  a  traitorous  race  ? 

4  Mull  angels  iink  forever  down. 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
Vviiale  God  forfakes  his  (hining  throne. 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  i 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  fkies 

"With  liallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fing  ! 

Hymn  XCVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  fame^ 

1  T7ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 

Jj  And  wrath  and  darknefs  chain'd  them< 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs,'  Qdown  * 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown  !: 

'2  Amazing  work  of  fovh^eign  grace^ 
1  hat  could  diftinguiiii  rebels  fo  ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters,  too. 


B.  11.  Hymn  98.  201 

3  To  thee,  to  thee.  Almighty  Love- 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all,  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  Ihall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

Hymn  XCVIH.     Common  Metre. 

Hardnefs  of  heart  complained  of. 

1  T\  /i*Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
X  V  A   How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft^ 

Jutt  like  a  rock  of  ice  1 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 
_  And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep^ 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  1 
This  mountain  preiTes  down  my  faith>, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  fouL 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms. 
This  flubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing. 
Would  thruft  it  from  mine  arms»> 

5  Agalnft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  flood  ; 
My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath. . 
And  terrors  of  a  God.. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fleep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away> 


202  Hymn  99,  100.  B.  II. 

Hymn  XCIX.    Common  Metre- 

The  book  of  God^s  decrees, 

1  T    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
I   A  AbasM  before  their  God  ; 

"Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  ikies 

Were  into  motion  brought. 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones^ 
And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.  J 

4  If  light  attend  the  courfe  I  run, 

^Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun. 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concerned,. 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee, 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees. 
What  months  are  writ  for  me* 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life. 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongfl  the  chofen  of  his  love. 
The  foli'wcrs  of  the  Lamb. 


Hymn   C.    Lonii  Metre. 


t> 


The  pre  fence  of  Cbrift  is  the  life  of  my  fouh 

¥J  ^^  ^'"^^^  ^^  anguiili  is  the  thought, 
J^  Jl_   How  it  diftra-Qs  and  tears  my  heart. 
If  God,  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and^bid  nvy  foul,  Depart  / 


B.  11.  Hymn  100>  205 

1  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage. 
Where  fhall  1  fly  but  to  thy  breaft  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home, 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here,. 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there. 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day. 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee^ 
The  Ihining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  evening  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul. 
How  dull  the  night  I  how  fad  the  fliade  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flelh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone. 

Or  thrive  and  grov/  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care. 
My  blelfed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  j 
Dearer  than  all  my  paffions  are. 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  mine  eyes. 

8  The  ftrings  that  twine  about  my  heart. 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off  \ 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.J 

9  [My  God !  and  can  a  humble  child. 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high. 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd. 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 


204  Hymn  101.  B.  II. 

10  Impollible  ! — ^For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  flands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  nmft  be.] 

Hymn  CI.     Common  Metre. 

The  world's  three  chief  temptations, 
I  "T'TTHEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
Y  Y      We  look  on  things  below. 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy. 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too ! 

:a  [Honour's  a  pufF  of  noify  breath  j 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood. 
And  venture  everlailing  death. 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilfl:  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind. 

And  feed  on  fhining  duft. 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe. 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
And  dafti'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fiU'd, 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  mine  ear. 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear. 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 


B.  II.         Hymn  102,  103.  205 

Hymn  CII.     Long  Metre, 

A  happy  refurndion. 

1  T^TO,  ril  repine  at  death  no  more, 
x\|    But,  with  a  cheerful  gafp,  reiign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  withering  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wailing  flefli. 
And  cr«:mble  all  my  bones  to  duft,- 
My  God  fliall  raife  my  frame  anew. 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  fkies. 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day  ; 

Cut  ftiort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come  ; 
Thy  lingering  wheels-,  how  long  they  Hay ! 

4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  filed  his  richeft  grace.] 

5  [Hafte,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay  ; 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys. 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

Hymn  CHI.     Common  Metre. 

Chriffs  commifflon,     John  iii.  i6,  17. 

1  ^T^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God, 
\^  With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 

Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  men^ 

The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 

To  give  them  life  again » 


206  Hymn  104.  B.  11, 


3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
No  hard  commiflion  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild. 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
"When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  finners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds. 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry : 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name. 
And  you  fhall  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 

Accept  thine  ofter'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

Hymn  CIV.     Short  Metre. 

Thefanw. 

1  TTJ  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
W^  To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chofe, 

And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  belov/. 

4  'Tvvas  mercy  fiird  the  throne, 
And  wrath  ftood  filent  by. 


B.  II.  Hymn  105.  207 

When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  fin  tiers,  dry  your  tears. 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  oifer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We  lay  an  hunnble  claim 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 


Hymn  CV,     Common  Metre, 

Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 
ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 

The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Vv^ould  fink  us  down  to  flames. 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 

To  crufli  our  feeble  frames. 
Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  Forbear  I 

And  frraight  the  thunder  ftays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath. 

And  Vv^eary  out  his  grace  ? 

Lord,  we  have  long  abu&*d  thy  love. 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  f  n. 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 

What  rebels  we  have  been. 

No  r/jore,  ye  lufts,  flia'l  ye  command  ; 

No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Srretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand. 

And  drive  thy  foes  awav. 
'  X  X 


208  Hymn  106,  107.  B.  11. 

Hymn  CVL     Common  Metre. 

Repentance  at  the  crofs. 

1  /^^5  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  wo, 
V>^  How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
Repentance  Ihould  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  dreaming  eyes. 

2  *Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree. 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
Thofe  iins  that  pierc'd  and  nail*d  his  flefh 
Fafl  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fliall  die  ; 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart. 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

ril  raifc  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murderers  too. 

Hymn   CVH.     Common  Metre. 

The  everlajiing  ahfence  of  God  intolerable^ 

1  nr^HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 

j[    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte, 
When  I  muft  fland  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voic^ 
Pronounce  the  found.  Depart  I 


B.  II.  Hymn  108.  209 

3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
*Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder.  Lord, 
With  moft  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What,  to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life. 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly  !  j 

5  Oh  !  wretched  ft  ate  of  deep  defpair. 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love  ! 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  mine  arms  around. 

And  hang  upon  thy  bread  ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife,  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  falvation  ftands. 
S  [Give  me  one  kind,  afluring  word. 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 

Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.] 

Hymn  CVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Accefs  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator* 

1  ^^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
\^  Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath. 

And  Ihot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appeared  confuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 


2IO  Hymn  109.  B.  II. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus*  blood. 

That  calmM  his  frowning  face  ; 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace  ! 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet. 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat. 
Nor  double  flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife. 

And  reach  th*  Almighty  throne. 
€  To  thee  ten  thoufond  thanks  we  brings 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 

Who  lays  his  fury  by» 

• ' — ■ — — — ^» — 

Hymn   CIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  darknefs  of  providence. 

1  T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
X_J  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence  ! 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

2  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 

We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  graces 
Secure  of  thy  compaffion  ft  ill. 

3  Through  feas  and  rtorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We  fail,  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  j 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Through  all  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  lis  here  below  ; 
Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  fliall  bear  us  fifely  through. 


B.  IL  Hymn  iio,  iii.  211 

Hymn  CX.     Short  Metre. 

Triumph  over  deaths  in  hope  of  the  refitr  reef  ion. 

1  A   ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 
Xj^  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms 
Shall  but  refine  this  flefli. 

Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes. 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 
And  often  from  the  fides 

Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft, 
Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  ihine  ; 

And  every  fliape,  and  every  face. 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  ov/e 
To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  fmg  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs. 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


Hymn   CXI.     Common  Metre. 

Th  ankf giving  for  vidory  ;  or^  God's  dominion^  mid  our 

deliverance, 
I    '"^lON  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
^ ^  The  Lord  aifumes  his  throne  ; 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

XX2 


212  Hymn   112.  B.  IL 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 
From  their  high  feats  are  hurled  ; 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud. 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 
3.  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills,. 
Diftributes  mortal  crowns ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles^. 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide. 

Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath. 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pridci^ 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  •, 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Still  may  the  King  of  grace  defcend 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  : 
And  all  the  honours  we  can  give,^ 
Be  ofFerM  to  the  Lord.] 


Hymn:  CXH.     Long  Metre. 

Angels  minijiermg  to  Chr'ift  andfa'mts, 

GREAT  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hall  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son  !. 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 
Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  iire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  flate. 
In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 
His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command. 
To  fiiield  and  guard  our  native  coafts,. 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  iandp„ 


B.IL Hymn  113.  213 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode. 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground. 
And  thou  fliali  bid  me  rife,  and  come. 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down. 

Safe  to  conduce  my  fpirit  hom.e. 

Hymn  CXHI.  Common  Metre,. 

The.  fame  • 

t,  THHE  majeily  of  Solomon, 
i      How  glorious  to  behold  ; 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne^ 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fhines 

With  far  fuperior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds^ 
Thy  miniflers  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  iht  earth, 
'A  Ihining  army  downward  Red, 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when  opprefs*d  with  pains  and  fearsj^ 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies. 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears,, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  hQ%, 

To  fee  a  hnner  turn  5 
That  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chriil  a  fubject  born. 


214  Hymn  114,  115,        B.  IL 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy. 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

8  Oh  !  could  I  fay,  without  a  doubt, 

There  Ihall  my  foul  be  found. 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  (hout. 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

Hymn  CXIV.     Common  Metre. 

ChriJVs  deaths  victory ^  and  dominioji. 

1  T  SING  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  j 
i  He  conquer'd  when  he  fell  : 
^TisJi7iiJ}o'd,  faid  his  dying  breath, 

And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  ^Tisjinijh'd^  our  Immanuel  cries  ; 

The  dreadful  work  is  dene  : 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife  ^ 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown. 
When,  through  the  regions  of  the  dead. 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frovv^ns. 


Hymn  CXV.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  avenger  of  his  faints  ;  or^  his  kingdom  fupreme* 
I    Y  J|  IGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
i~i  Reigns  the  Creator,  God  j 


B.  II.  Hymn    116.  215 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

2  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown  j 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

And  call  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme^ 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  mull  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  juil ; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe. 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife. 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meanefl  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 


Hymn  CXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Mercies  and  thanks^ 

1  TT  OW  can  I  fmk  with  fuch  a  prop 
_j~j_  As  my  eternal  God, 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up^ 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe,  and  left  the  dead  I 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receiver 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have. 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whatever  my  duty  bids  me  give. 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 


216  Hymn  117,  118.  B.  II. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fome  refer ve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  I  fliould  give  him  all. 

Hymn  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Living  and  dying  with  God  prefent, 

1  T  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence.  Lord  ; 
JL  My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  : 

Be  thou,  my  lieart,  dill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin. 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  F^uher's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while, 

3  Then,  dear  eft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
And,  with  a  faiile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

Hymn  CXVHI.     Long  Metre^ 

The  priefthood  of  Chrijh 

LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  ; 
Revenge  I  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  ; 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrift  was  flain, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

s  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  \ 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ; 
And  rebels,  that  defer  ve  his  fword. 
Become  the  favorites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife. 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 


B>IL         Hymn  119,  120,  217 

Hymn  CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  holy  fcriptures, 

1  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
i  J  I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 

And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  afluage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoil  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife. 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows. 

To  quench  my  thirft  of  lin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  j 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  flrife 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life. 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand  ! 

Hymn  CXX.     Short  Metre. 

The  law  and  gcf pel  joined  infcripture. 

I       ^  W  TIE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

_fl_     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidd  the  fmoke  on  Sinai*s  hill 
Breaks  out  hi»  fiery  law. 


2i8  Hymn  121.  B.  IL 

s       The  Lord  reveals  his  face  ; 
And,  fmiling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  jiift  commands  ; 

The  pity  of  his  melting  heart. 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear. 
We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrifl  crucify'd 
And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  beiide 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 
5       We  read  thehcav'nly  vi^ord. 
We  take  the  offer 'd  grace. 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truil  his  promifes. 
7       In  vain  ihall  Satan  rage 
Againft  a  book  divine. 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  tlie  p"ge, 
Where  beams  of  mercy  iliine. 


Hymn  CXXL     Long  Metre. 

The  law  and  gcfpsl  dijVinnnfoed. 

1  ^  I  ^HE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 

.JL     What  duties  to  our  God  we  ewe  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrengiih  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  Cn, 

And  {hews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  : 
Only  the  gofpel  can  cxprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  clear. Ong  grace. 


B.  IL         Hymn  122,  123,  219 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ! 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives : 

The  man  that  trufts  the  promife,  lives. 

Hymn  CXXH.     Long  Metre. 

Retirement  and  meditation, 

1  T\/r^  ^*^^5  permit  me  not  to  be 
XVa  a  flranger  to  niyfelf  and  thee ; 
Amidd  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

2  Why  fhould  my  paflions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth ! 
Why  fhould  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go ! 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe  ; 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine. 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign, 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind. 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


Hymn  CXXHI.     Long  Metre. 

The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 

I     A  ^^^  ^^'^^  ^^'^^y  mortal  care, 
XJL  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  ; 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar. 
And  wait  and  worlhip  near  thy  feat. 
Y  Y 


220  Hymn  124.  B.  IL 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  j 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face. 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r, 

3  While  here,  our  various  wants  we  mourn  ; 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleflings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  j 
We  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  Rings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arife, 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide ; 
But  if  my  feet  muft  hence  depart. 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

Hymn  CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Mofes^  Aaron^  and  Jo/hua, 
I  ^iT^IS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 
J_     On  holy  Sinai  giv'n. 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands. 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 
3  *Tis  not  the  blood  that  Aaron  fpilt. 
Nor  fmoke  of  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 
At  God's  immediate  will  ; 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 


B.  11.  Hymn  125,  126\  221 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide, 

The  tribes  of  Ifrael  ftand, 
While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifraelj-rejoice,  now  Joiliua*  leads  1 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  refl  ; 
So  hv  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  pried. 


Hymn  CXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Faitb  and  repentance^  iinhellef  and  impeniience. 

1  T     IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

I,  J  To  fouls  that  naourn  the  fins  they've  done  ; 
Children  of  vvrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n. 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief. 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  flubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead. 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies ; 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head. 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

Hymn  CXXVL     Common  Metre. 

God  glorified  in  the  go/pel, 
I   ^  I  ^HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
J[     Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

Z  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 
Frefli  wifdom  we  purfue  ; 

*  Joihua  the  fame  with  Jefus,  andjtgnifies  a  Saviour, 


222 Hymn   127,  B.  IL 

A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name. 
Beyond  whatever  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines  ; 

rhy  wonders  liere  we  trace  ; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myfl'ry  fliines, 
And  fhines  in  Jefus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  fhows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  ftill  the  lullre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays. 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


Hymn  CXXVII.     Long  Metre, 

Circumc'ifton  and  haptifm, 

[Written  only  for  thofe  who  pracSlifc  the  baptifnx  of  mfants.] 

1  rr^HUS  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 

_S_     Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ! 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke. 
Till  Chrill  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  (hed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  evVy  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ;' 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abraham  praife. 


B,  IL  Hymn  128,  129.         223 

Hymn  CXXVUI.     Common  Metre- 

Corrupt  nature  from  Ada?n, 

1  T3  LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
J3   Adam,  our  father,  ftood. 

Till  he  debased  his  foul  to  fenfe. 
And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race. 

To  fmful  joys  inclined  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  flefli  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  llelh,  and  fenfe,  and  paffion  reigns. 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  1, 
We  fancy  mulic  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame. 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore  ; 
Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  llefh  fhall  reign  no  more  ! 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts. 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 


Hymn  CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

We  zvalk  by  faith  ^  not  by  fight. 
*T^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

JL     We  w^alk  through  defarts  dark  as  night  ^ 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home. 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  j 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  ilie  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  rear* 

Y  Y  3 


224 Hymn  130,  B.  IL 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through. 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blow. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command. 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Hymn  CXXX.     Common  Metre. 

The  new  creation, 

1  A   'FTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Soa 
jt^\^  Doth  his  own  glorias  fhew  :. 

"  Behold  I  fit  upon  my  throne,, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "  Nature  and  fm  are  pafs'd  away,. 

"  And  the  old  Adam  dies  \ 
*'  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  ;, 
"  See  the  new  world  arife. 

3  "TU  be  a  Sun  of  righteoufnefs 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace. 
"  My  glories  (liall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer !  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fm  \ 
Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  tj^ee. 
Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrelh  ; 
Give  me  new  paflions,  joys  and  fears, 

And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefh. 
^  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell. 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made^ 

I  would  forever  dwefl* 


B.  II>        Hymn  131,  132,  225 

Hymn  CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

The  excellency  of  the  Chrijiian  religion. 
I  T     ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

Jl  J  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord ;. 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down. 
And  writ  the  bleflings  in  thy  word. 

%  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around. 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks,. 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  bleffed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands  !. 

J  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'hifh  blifs 

Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ^. 

Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 

Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 
6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devifc 

AiTault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art,, 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies,. 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart;. 

Hymn  CXXXH.     Common  Metre, 

The  offices  of  Chriji. 
1  'WT^  blefs  the  Propliet  of  the  Lord, 
VV     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  j 
.Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word. 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways,. 


22  6  Hymn  133,  134.  B.  II 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieft  above, 

Who  ofFer'd  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love. 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fm> 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves  by  different  ways  ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  pi-aife. 

Hymn  CXXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 

1  T?  TERNAL  Spirit !  we  confefs, 

Pj  And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  j 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleffings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten 'd  by  thine  heavenly  ray. 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within. 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  iin  j 
Do  our  imperious,  lufts  fubdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ^ 
Thy  words  allay  the  flormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

Hymn  CXXXIV.    Common  Metre. 

Cirewnicifion  abolijhed. 
I   ^  I  ^HE  promife  was  divinely  free,, 
X,    Extenfive  was  the  grace  j 


B.  11.  Hymn  135.  227 

« I  will  the  God  of  Abraham  be, 
"  And  of  his  num'rous  race." 

S  He  faid — and  with  a  bloody  feal, 
Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  x\brah'm  feel 
The  fliarp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low. 

Gave  his  own  flefti  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleffings  now. 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abraham  claims  our  praife  ; 

His  promifes  endure ; 
And  Chrift  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways. 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

Hymn  CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Types  and  prophecies  of  Chriji. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  woman's  promised  feed  ! 
JJ  Behold  the  great  Meiliah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 

To  give  him  the  fuperior  room ! 

2  Abrah'm,  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old,. 
When  vilions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  ; 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulliller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name. 
Obtained  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd  ; 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb. 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft* 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet. 
To  join  their  bleffings  on  his  head  ; 
Jefus,  we  worftiip  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  promised  feedo 


a28  Hymn  136,  137.        B.  II. 

Hymn  CXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrijt, 
I   'TPHE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

1,     To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  \ 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofls  declare  his  birth  ! 

a  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  j 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire. 

And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name.  ^ 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  fcorn  j 
Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

Hymn  CXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  Ufe^  deaths  and  refurredion  of  Chriji. 

1  TJ  EHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 
J3  Behold  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name  1 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  miffion  of  his  Son  j 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe. 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs, 

3  He  dies  1  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  j 
He  rifes  I  and  appears  a  God  : 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 


B.  11.  Hymn  158.  I29 

4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 


Hymn  CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre, 

The  power  of  the  go/pel. 
I  npHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
X     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  5 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fbew 
"What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

c  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 
This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Rellore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive  j 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefli  j 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefli. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night. 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 

Our  lufts  its  wondrous  powV  controls. 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 

5  Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 

While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange. 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.^ 

€  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew. 
Let  finners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  faves  me,  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


2-^0  Hymn  139,  140.       B.  II 

Hymn  CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  example  of  Chrijl, 

I   T^/fY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

X  V  J-  ^  ^*^^^  "^y  ^^^y  i^  ^^^y  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characlers. 

Q.  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal. 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will. 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs,  fo  divine, 
1  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defart  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflici:,  and  thy  vid'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  fliall  own  my  name 
jArtiOngft  the  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  CXL.     Common  Metre, 

The  examples  of  Chrift  and  the  faints. 
I   /^  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
^^r  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

c  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below. 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 
With  fnis,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  1  alk  them  whence  their  vi6lVy  came  ? 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  \ 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


B.  IL  Hymn  141.  231 

4  They  markM  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  then*  bread) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Poffefs'd  the  promised  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife, 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnelTes 
Shows  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 


Hymn   CXLI.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  affifted  byfenfe  ;  or,  preaching,  bapifni,  and  the 
Lor  d^s  /upper. 

1  Ik  ^Y  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince 
J.  ▼  jI.   Reigns  far  above  the  ikies ; 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe. 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  Mine  eyes  and  ears  (hall  blefs  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  ; 
My  touch  and  tafte  fhall  do  the  fame. 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace ; 
While,  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine. 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  fiefh  fo  clean. 
As,  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 
He*il  Vv'uih  my  foul  from  nn. 

5  Not  clioiceft  meats,  nor  nobleil  wines. 

So  much  my  licart  refrclh, 
As  wliCii  my  firlth  goes  through  the  figns. 
And  iQ(^d.i  upon  his  fleS:, 
Z  z 


232  Hymn  142,  143,  B.  II. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  floops  fo  low. 
To  give  his  word  a  feal  ; 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow 
Exceeds  the  figures  flill. 

Hymn  CXLIL     Short  Metre. 

Faitb  in  Chriji  our  facrifice. 


N 


OT  all  the  blood  of  beafts. 
On  Jewifli  altars  flain,  if 


Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace. 
Or  wafh  away  the  (lain. 

2  But  Chrift,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand. 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear. 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  vpice. 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

Hymn  CXLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Flejlo  and  Spirit. 
I  "T^THAT  different  powers  of  grace  and  fin 
VV     Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ! 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 


B.  II.  Hymn  144.  233 


2  Now  I  complain  and  groan  and  die. 

While  lin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high. 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  flruggles  with  the  light, 

Till  perfedl  day  arife ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefli  and  Spirit  fl:rive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  fliall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  forever  ceafe. 


Hymn  CXLIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  effufion  of  the  Spirit ;  or,  thefuccefs  of  the  Gofpeh 

1  /^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
Vj"  When  the  divine  difciples  met  ; 
Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came. 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
Furnifti'd  their  tongues  with  wondFous  words, 
Inftead  of  ihields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth. 
From  eaft  ta  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  \ 
"  Go,  and  alTert  your  Saviour's  caufe  ; 

"  Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war. 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are. 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow. 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude. 
Are  by  thefe  heav'cly  arms  fubdu'd  ; 


234  Hymn  145,  146.  B.  II, 

While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs. 

And  hates  the  dodrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue  j 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  victories  of  his  word. 

Hymn  CXLV.     Common  Metre. 

Sight  through  a  glafs^  and  face  to  face, 

1  T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
J[  Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen  ; 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 

Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
I  fhall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hade,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  interpofmg  days  ; 
Then  (hall  my  paOions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  powers  be  praife. 

Hymn  CXLVL     Long  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  creatures  ;  or,  no  reft  on  earth. 

1  "^  /F-^-^  ^^s  a  foul  of  vaft  defires  ; 
XtX  He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires 
Tofs'd  to  and  fro,  his  paliions  fly 

From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  v/e  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind : 
We  try  new  pleafures — but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirfl  and  torment  flill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide,  by  turns  ; 


''Vv 


B.  II.  Hymn  147.  235 


And  *tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain. 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God !  fubdue  this  vicious  third. 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft  ; 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

Hymn  CLXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  creation  of  the  world.     Gen.  i. 

1  "  l^T^^^  ^^^  afpacious  world  arife," 

X^    Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land ; 
He  caird  the  light — the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  ; 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  Iky, 
And  float  on  foftcr  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gathered  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow. 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'-d. 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth. 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

5  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fl^ies  j 
Behold  the  fun  appears  ; 
The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife. 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

Z  Z  2 


236 Hymn  148.  B.  II. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  Almighty  Ki^ig 

Did  vital  beings  frame  ; 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing. 
And  fiih  of  evVy  name.J 

8  He  gave  the  Hon  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wondrous  birth  ; 
And  grazing  beafts,  of  various  form, 
Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  form'd  of  equal  clay. 

Though  fov'reign  of  the  reft, 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they. 
With  God's  own  image  bled. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye. 

The  young  creation  ftood ; 
He  ill w  the  building  from  on  high. 
His  word  pronounced  it  good. 

1 1  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  ftandi 

Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue ; 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

Hymn  CXLVIIL    Common  Metre. 

God  reconciled  in  Chrlft, 
1    1  ^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
\j  My  Jefus,  and  my  God  ! 
Who  can  refift  thy  heav'nly  love. 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

0,  *Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee. 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  \ 


B.  II.  Hymn  149. 237 

The  holy,  juft  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind* 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear. 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifli  fear^ 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely> 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery. 
And  there  I  fix  my  truft* 

Hymn  CXLIX,    Common  Metre. 

Honour  to  magi/iraies  ;  or ^  government  from  God» 

1  T?  TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 
Tj  And  Lord  of  all  below. 

We  mortals  to  thy  Majefty 
Our  firft  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fbpremej, 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  rulers  of  thefe  States  fiiall  fliine 

With  rays  above  the  reft. 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  a  nation  blefe'd.j 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand> 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  finners  perifh  from  the  land,^ 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  Cefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Cefar  and  his  throne  j 
But  confciences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 


238  Hymn  150,  151.       B.  II, 

Hymn  CL.     Common  Metre. 

The  deceitfulnefs  of  Jin, 

1  OIN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
^3  ^^  praclife  on  the  mind  ; 

With  flattering  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts. 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  ftie  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes. 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  flie  brings. 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  foulof  heav'nly  things. 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe, 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair. 

Grew  tSie  forbidden  food ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there. 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

Hymn  CLI.     Long  Metre, 

Prophecy  and  in/pi  rat  ion. 

1  'T^WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

J_     The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  j 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  infpire. 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm'd  the  meflages  they  brought  ; 

The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath. 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  j 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee. 

And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me. 


B- 11.  Hymn    152.  239 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mindr 
Be  loft,  and  vanifli  in  the  wind ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure  ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 

Hymn  CLII.     Common  Metre 

Sinai  and  Sion.     Heb.  xii.  18,  &c. 

1  ^JOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
Jl^  The  tempeft,  fire  and  fmoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke : 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light  ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  jufl, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  ! 

4  Behold  the  bleft  aiTembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ; 
-And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead. 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  refi: : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Mufi:  be  forever  bleft. 


240  Hymn  153,  154.        B.  IL 

Hymn  CLHI.     Common  Metre. 

The  dijiemper^  folly  ^  and  madnefs  of  Jin, 

1  O  IN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
|[^  Infecls  our  vital  Wood  ; 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace. 

And  the  phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Chrift  the  Lord  recals  the  dead 

With  his  almighty  breath. 
J  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within  ; 

The  paffions  burn  and  rage  ; 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  ikill  divine 

The  inward  fire  affuage. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind. 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife.] 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel. 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  rufh  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 
But  Heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  [The  man  poffefs'd  among  the  tombs. 

Cuts  his  own  flelh,  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  till  Jefus  comes. 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

Hymn  CLIV.     Long  Metre. 

Bel f  right eoufnefs  iifivfficieni , 
I  "  XX  THERE  are  the  mourners, faith  the  Lord, 
VV  "  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 
"  That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  ftay. 


B.  II.  Hymn  145.  241 

2  ''  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
*'  Can  for  the  froalleft  fin  atone  : 

"  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
''  Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide. 

3  "  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 
''  Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe  : 
*'  Look  to  my  righteouinefs,  and  live  ; 
*^  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  "  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

"  With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls, 
^^  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
*'  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire  ; 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands ; 

"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
''  Ye  fhall  lie  down  with  forrow  there, 
^'  In  death,  and  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

Hymn  CLV.     Common  Metre. 

Chriji  our  Pajfover. 

1  T     O,  the  deflroying  angel  flies 

\  A  To  Pharaoh's  flubborn  land  ! 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 

2  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er. 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ! 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  mufl  bleed. 

To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  : 

Thus  Ifrael  is  from  bondage  freed. 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  flroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine. 


242  Hymn    156.  B.  II, 

J -1  (lice  no  longer  would  purfue 

This  guilty  foul  of  mine.  ! 

5  Jefus  our  Paifover  was  flain, 

And  has  at  once  procured 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain,  j 

And  God's  avenging  fword. 


Hymn  CLVI.      Common  Metre. 

Prefu?nptmi  and  dejpalr  ;  or  Satan^s  various  tempta- 

lions. 

1  T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms  ; 
J.  I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 

The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  vAth  airy  dreams 

Or  kills  with  flavifli  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  flill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  how  eafy  'tis 

*'  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 
Anon,  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 

4  [He  bids  young  finners  "  yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God,  or  death  ; 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  they  muji  die, 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
'•  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day. "J 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchief  and  deceit. 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 


B.  II.        Hymn  157,  158.  243 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fliort  his  pow'r ; 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

Hymn  CLVII.    Common  Metre. 

T^ he  fame. 
\  T^T^W  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
X^    And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 

Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  dearefl  Lord  engage, 
And  vanquiih  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within. 
When  he  affumes  the  dove. 

•4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue. 
Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong. 
Nor  {hould  the  children  try. 


Hymn  CLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Fewfaved  ;  or^  the  almofi  chrijiian^  the  hypocrite  and 
apofiate, 

1  T>  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
J3  And  thoufands  walk  together  there  j 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrow  path. 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller- 

2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  akio  taKe  tny  crofs,'' 
,Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  j 

A  A  a 


244  Hymn   T  59,  B.  II 

Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs. 
If  {he  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints. 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  efteenn- d  almq/i  a  faint, 

And  makes  his  own  deftrudtion  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  j 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 

Hymn  CLIX.     Common  Metre, 

jIn  unconverted  Jiate  ;  or^  converting  grace* 
I   jT^  re  at  King  of  glory,  and  of  grace, 
\jr  We  own  with  humble  fliame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race. 

And  our  firft  father's  name ! 

a  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood. 
The  poifon  reigns  within. 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good. 
And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then,  reject  thy  grace  ; 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.J 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well  ; 
With  hafte  wc  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 

Such  natures  made  divine  ? 
Let  fmners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 


B.  II.         Hymn  160,  161.  245 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 
Who  his  own  Spirit  lends 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh. 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

Hymn  CLX.     Long  Metre. 

Cuflom  In  fin. 
I   T    ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
I  X  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives  j 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives, 

s  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
Wafh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  ikin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreflbrs  ceafe  to  fin, 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  control ; 
None  but  a  power  divinely  ftrong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 


Hymn  CLXI.     Common  Metre. 

Chrlftian  virtues  ;  or,  the  difficulty  of  converfton* 

I    QTRAIGHT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftraight, 
1^  That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
*Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate. 
While  crowds  miftake  and  die. 

a  Belovedy^^muft  be  deny'd. 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflion  fupprefsM,  and  patience  try'd. 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 


246 Hymn  162. K  II 

3  [Flefh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Fleih  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd. 
Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls.] 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence^ 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fepfe. 
In  fweet  fubjec^ion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  mofc  unruly  pow^r^. 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftralnt : 
We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard  ! 
Thy  grace  muft  ail  my  work  perform^ 

Ana  give  ih.c  ixt6  i^ewaruv 
Hymn  CLXIL     Common  Metre.. 

Meditatio7t  of  hea\)en  ;  or^  the  joys  of  faith, 
I  "\  yf"  Y  thoughts  funnount  tbefe  lower  fides^., 
^^yJ[   And  look  within  the  veil ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife. 
The  waters  never  fail, 
s  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight. 
The  bleffed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  affeclions  fix  rny  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  ftands  forever  firm. 

His  grace  fhall  ne'er  depart  : 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings  ^. 

How  iliort  our  for  rows  are  1 
When  with  eternal  future  things. 
The  prefent  we  comparer 


B.  II.  Hymn  163.  247 

5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  ftill 
To  that  celeftial  place. 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face* 


Hymn  CLXIIL     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptation, 

\  TT^EAR  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrcfs ; 
JL^   Our  fms  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conquering  grace. 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

2  £The  lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar. 

Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r. 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear  ? 
Nor  tears  affecl  thine  eye  ?] 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yjet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  Advocate  fo  near  the  throne. 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  powerful  fword. 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fms  (hall  die  beneath  thy  word. 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace. 

In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs. 
His  Spirit  is  our  flrength. 
A  A  a  2 


248  Hymn   164,  165.         B.  II, 

Hymn  CLXIV.    QommonMetre; 

The  end  of  the  zvorld, 

1  "W  THY  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  r 

W     why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrovvs  grow^. 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  i 

2  While  time  his  fliarpeft  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour. 
There  is  a  land  above  the  flars. 
And  joys  above  his  povv'r. 

3  Nature  {hall  be  diffolvM  and  die — 

The  fun  muft  end  his  face  : 
The  earth  and  fea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife. 

When  the  lad  trumpet  found. 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  Ikies 
From  underneaih  the  ground  ? 

Hymn  CLXV.     Common  Metre. 

Unfruitfulnefs^  ignorance^  and  unfanclijied  af^e^ions. 

1  T     ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 

R  J    Of  thy  falvatioD,  Lord  ; 
But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found^. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  v^^ord, 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place. 

And  hear  almoft  in  vain  : 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  memory  can  retain  ! 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod. 
And  bleffings  of  thy  throne  IJ 


B.  IL  Hymn  166.  24^9 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 
^     How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  iiope  of  joys  above! 

How  few  affeclions  there  ! 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart^ 

To  give  thy  word  fticcefs  ; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart. 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  Ihall  never  die.  j 

Hymn  CLXVL    Common  Metre, 

The  divine  ferfedions. 

1  T  TOW  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God  ! 
Xi  That  Infinite  Unknown  ? 

Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode,- 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

2  [The  great  Invifibk  !  He  dwells 

ConceaFd  in  dazzling  light  ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  that  never  fleep. 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep^ 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.J 

4  [Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ftrong=, 

To  fave,  or  to  deftroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong,. 
And  endlefs  is  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  fliadow  of  a  change^ 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  j 


250 Hymn  167,  B.  II 

Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains. 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  [Sinners  before  his  prefen<:e  die ; 

How  holy  is  his  name  t 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

7  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne. 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down,. 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

S  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fmg 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 


Hymn  CLXVIL     Long  Metre. 

Tbe  divine  perfedions. 
I   /^  REAT  God  !  thy  glories  fliall  employ 
Vjr  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  ^ 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

a  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown. 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  j 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word. 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

3  [His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ? 
If  he  command  who  dare  oppofe  ? 

"With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around. 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  [Who  (hall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill  ? 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 

His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine. 

Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 


B.  IL  Hymn  168, 2ffl 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealouiy ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  flieds' 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads.J 

6  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftruclion  naked  lie. 
And  hell  uncovered  lo  his  eye. 3 

7  [Th*  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  j 
His  juflice,  with  impartial  hands, 

-  Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword.] 

8  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  atid  dy^d 
T'  engage  his  iuftice  on  ouf  Tide."! 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith. 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  j 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.]) 

10  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice, 

"  Thou  art  my  God,''  and  Til  rejoice  I 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 

Hymn  CLXVIII.     Long  Metre." 

The  fame, 
t  TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high— 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty ; 
His  glory  Ihines  with  beams  fo  bright. 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

%  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe. 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law  \, 


252  Hymn  169,  B.  II. 

His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face,  1 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace*  1 

J  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom  fiiines. 

And  baffles  Satan's  deep  d^^figns  j  I 

His  pow'r  is  fov*reign  to  fuihl  | 

The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

Hymn  CLXIX.     Particular  Metre, 

The  fame, 

1  T^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  5 

i     His  throne  is  built  on  high  \ 
The  garments  he  afiumes 
Are  light  and  majefty  : 

His  glories  Ihine 

"With  beams  fo  bright. 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fightr 

fi  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  \ 
His  wrath  and  juftice  (land 
To  guard  his  holy  law  : 

And  where  his  love 

Refolves  to  blefs. 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 

2  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wifdom  dines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  j 


B.  IL Hymn  170. 253 

Strong  is  his  arm. 
And  ihall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees. 
His  fov'reign  will^ 

4  And  can  this  nnighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
*'  My  Father  and  my  friend  ?** 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs 

And  praife  the  Lord. 


Hymn  CLXX.     Long  Metre. 

God  incomprehenfible  and f over eign. 

1  []/^AN  creatures  to  perfe<flion  find 

V>4  Th'  eternal,  uncreated  Mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and fearch  his  nature  out? 

2  *Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell. 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky. 
And  all  the  (hining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  i 
Born,  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind. 
And  fmells  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind.J 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown  j 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne ; 
If  he  refolve,  who  dare  oppofe. 

Or  alk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whofe  J 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul : 


254 Hymn  ITO.  B.  IL 

When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair. 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

€  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moonp 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  j 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form. 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath. 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death, 

-^  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  : 
But  who  Ihall  dare  defcribe  his  face? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  Hand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand? 


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PREPARED  FOR  THE  HOLY  ORDINANCE  OF  THE  LORD%  SUPFEP^^ 


Hymn  I.     Long  Metre. 

The  hordes  Supper  infiltuted.     i  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

1  'TPWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

X     When  powVs  of  earth  and  heil  arofe 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began. 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake  ^ 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin  ; 
^'Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :'' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine  ; 
''  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn. 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  juiiice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  (lead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt. 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 

Bi3  b 


256 Hymn  2. B.  IIL 

When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fize. 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice.] 

6  «  Do  this,"  he  cry'd,  «  till  time  fhall  end, 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 

*'  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  [Jefus !  thy  feafl  we  celebrate. 

We  fhew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name. 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

Hymn  II.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  with  Chrift  and  with  faints,     i  Cor.  x. 

i6,  17. 
I        TESUS  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

^       For  food  he  gives  his  flefh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
ilmazing  favour  1  mat  chiefs  grace 
Of  our  defcending  God  ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  oyr  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one ! 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love. 
And  he  the  firft-born  Son. 
r       We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  with  its  fev'ral  limbs. 
But  Jefus  is  the  Head. 


B.  IIL  Hymn  3,  4. 257 

6       Let  all  our  povv'rs  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raife  : 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind. 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 

Hymn  UL     Common  Metre. 

^he  new  covenant  fealed, 
J  "  ^  I  ""HE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
X     "  Shall  ftand  forever  good  :" 
He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood, 

a  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  the  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  gtacCj: 

And  glory  fliall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefli. 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own. 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 
^Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan,. 
And  ratlf^'d  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name. 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will. 

And  to  his  teftament  of  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 


Hymn  IV.     Common  Metre. 

QhriJVs  dying  love;  or,  our  pardon  bought  at  a  dear  price, 

1   T  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind 
X  A  Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down,. 


258 Hymn  5.  B.  Ill 

2  [When  jufticcj  by  our  fms  provok'd, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  flroke, 
Without  a  murrn'ring  word.] 

3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  r^eflowSj 
But  coil  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compaffion  like  a  God, 

That  Vv'hen  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great : 

Well  he  rein  em  hers  Calvary  ; 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  fcrrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefus'  dying  love : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  hdt^ 
One  foft  aiTedion  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt. 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

Hymn  V.     Common  Metre. 

Cbri/i  the  Bread  of  Life.     John  vi.  31,  i^,  39, 
I   T    ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
I.  J  'Tis  He  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 
Thou  art  the  living  flream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 


B.  III.  Hymn  6.  259 

a  [The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies. 
But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  freih  fprings  of  pleafure  rife. 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
-^  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  lafr. 
Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provilions  which  we  tafte, 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead.] 
4  BiefsM  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flelb 
To  nourifh  dying  men. 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  freih, 
Left  we  fhould  faint  ag^ain. 

o 

.5  Our  fouls  (hall  draw  their  heav'nly  breathy 
Whilft  Jefus  finds  fupplies ; 
Nor  fhall  our  graces  fmk  to  death. 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 
6  [Daily  our  mortal  fiefh  decays, 

But  Chrift,  our  life,  (hall  come  ; 
His  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.1 

Hymn  VL     Lon^  Metre. 

The  memorial  of  our  ahfent  Lord.    John  xvi.  iq» 
Luke  xxii.  19.   John  xiv.  3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies,, 

J    Where  our  wxak  fenfes  reach  him  not  ; 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes. 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandVing  hearts  we  have. 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refrefti  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefli  and  dying  blood  \ 

B  B  b  2 


260  Hymn  7. B.  II I . 

We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed. 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  biefs  our  God. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  every  thought^ 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix*d  on  him. 

5  Whilft  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
^Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light. 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhall  come  > 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 

Hymn  VI L     Long  Metre. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift.  Gal,  vi.  I4» 

1  "TT^THEN  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 

VV     C)n  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dyM, 
My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  fhould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  Hioftj, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  fb  rich  a  crown  I 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe. 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree"; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
And  ail  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.  j 


B,  III.  Hymn  8; fSl 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  miney 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine. 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all  ! 

Hymn  VHL     Common  Metre.. 

T/je  free  of  life, 

1  ^^OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
\^  To  our  exalted  Lord^ 

Ye  faints  on  high,  around  his  throne^ 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  groutidy 

Weary  and  faint  ye  ftood. 
What  dear  refrefhment  here  ye  founds 
From  this  immortal  food  ! 

3  The  tree  of  Hfe,  that  near  the  throne 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows. 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  ftanda 

The  fweet  celeftial  Dove  ; 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.Q 

5  [*Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight! 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit  ; 
His  fruit  is  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 
And  to  the  tafle  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts^- 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts,: 
Without  a  fting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  itand^ 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  j 


U^^ Hymn  9. B.  TIL 

There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 
8  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

"  — ■•    ■   ■        —  ■■• m^ 

Hymn  IX.     Short  Metre. 

Thefpirit^  the  water ^  and  the  blood,     i  John  v.  6^ 
r       T     ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
%  J  To  praife  our  God  on  high. 
Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son, 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh^ 
i      Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  ;: 
Jefus,  th'  ambaffador  of  peace. 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears- 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears^ 
To  make  the  payment  good. 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  lide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  -y 

By  water  we  arc  purify 'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood <. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt. 
But  he,  our  Prieft,  atones ; 

On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt.^ 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans.]. 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defer t. 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream: 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There,  on  the  curfed  tree,. 
Ip  dying  pangs  he  lies,. 


B.  IIL  Hymn  10.  263 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came. 
By  water,  and  by  blood  ; 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame^ 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good* 

9  While  the  Eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above. 

Here  I  believe  he  dyM  for  me, 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 
1  o     [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin  y 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 
Great  Comforter,  abide  within. 
And  witnefs  to  my  hearts] 

Hymn  X.     Long  Metre. 

Cbri/i  crudfied^  the  wtfdom  and  power  of  God* 

1  "V  TATURE  with  open  volume  (lands, 
X^    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  ^ 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God, 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  refcu'd  man 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  fhines  ; 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines, 

3  [Here  his  v^rhole  name  appears  complete  ^ 
Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove. 
Which  of  the  letters  befl  is  writ. 

The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love. 2 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join  ^ 
Piercing  his  Son  with  fliarpeft  fmart. 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine* 


264 Hymn  11,  B.  Ill 

5  Oh,  tke  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lovM  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobkft  life  my  fpirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

^  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown. 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Laraby 
And  worfhip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Hymn  XL     Common  Metre. 

Pardon  brought  to  ourfenfes, 

1  T     ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  I 
fl   J   How  heav'nly  is  the  place. 

Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  fhine  ; 
There  Jefus  fays  that  "  I  am  his, 

"  And  my  Beloved's  mine." 
J  "  Here,"  fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord^ 

And  {hews  his  wounded  fide, 
"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 

"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  1" 

4  [He  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  hearty 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
«  All  this,"  he  fays,  "  I  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  Ihall  we  pay  our  Heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ! 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees^p 
And  worthy  of  a  God.  2 


B.  ILL Hymn  12. 265 

7  [To  Him  who  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlafting  praife, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r. 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

Hymn  XIL     Long  Metre, 

The  go/pel  feq/i.     Luke  xiv.  i6,  &c. 

1  [TTOW  rich  are  thy  provifions.  Lord ! 

JL  JL  Thy  table  furnilh'd  froui  above ! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  <the  board, 
The  cup  overflows  with  heavenly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe. 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  ; 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  1 
But,  at  the  gofpel  call  we  came. 

And  ev'ry  want  received,  fupply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell. 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair. 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell. 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  th'  Eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode. 

And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down. 
To  bring  us,  wand'rers,  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
To  buy  our  fouls  it  coft  his  own ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives. 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 

To  Him  who  ranfom'd  fmners  loft ; 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expenfe  his  love  would  coft. 


2€6 Hymn  13. B.  IIJ 

Hymn  XIIL     Common  Metre. 

Divine  love  making  afeafi^  and  calling  in  the  gueji- 
Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

I   T  TOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
JTi  With  Chrift  within  the  doors. 
While  everlafting  love  difplays 
The  choiceft  of  her  ftores  i 

a  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
With  foft  compaffion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs. 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft. 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 

4  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there's  room, 
«  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?** 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft. 

That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
And  perifh'd  in  our  fin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ; 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  vi<^orious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 


III.        Hymn  14,  15.  267 


Hymn  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

Thefong  of  Simeon  ;  Luke  ii.  28  ;  or^  a  fight  ofChrifi 
makes  death  eafy, 

1  T^TOW  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God, 
X^    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms. 
And  wifh  to  die,  as  Simeon  would, 

With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  fhould  learn  that  joyful  fong. 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepared  like  his  ; 
"  Our  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  be  gone, 

*'  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  "  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
"  And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
«  Tailed  and  felt  the  living  Word, 

*'  The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkies- 

4  "  Thou  haft  prepared  this  dying  Lamb, 
*«  Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 

"  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
''  And  fliew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  "  He  is  our  light ;  our  morning-ftar 

*'  Shall  ihine  on  nations  yet  unknown  ; 

*'  The  glory  of  thine  Ifr'el  here, 

*'  And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne/' 


Hymn  XV.     Common  Metre. 

Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  table, 

THE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
Awakes  a  thankful  tongue : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board. 
And  bJefs'd  the  food,  and  fung  ! 

Ccc 


268 Hymn  16.     ^       B.  IIL 

2  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread,  ^ 

But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he  ^ 

Who  gently  bow*d  his  loving  head. 
And  lean'd  it.  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did. 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft. 
And  take  the  heavenly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  Ikies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends  ! 
*'  Come,  my  belov^ed,  eat  (he  cries) 
'^  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

5  "  My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains : 
"  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 
"  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins." 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love. 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bledings  too. 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour. 

That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
Then  we  fhall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 

Hymn  XVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  agonies  of  Chrift, 
\  T^TOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
j_^    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fufPrings  are  not  worth  a  thought. 
Lord,  when  compared  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 


B.  III.  Hymn  17.  269- 

^        I  te  II  III!  — — i— ■— >ii^— —I 

Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me. 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife. 

While  fitting  round  his  board  j 
And  back  to  Calvary  ihe  flies. 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew. 
And  the  large  load  of  ail  our  guile 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too  ! 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  ; 
Dying,  he  conquerM  hell  and  fm, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.! 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  {hall  found  Hke  thofe  above. 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  ihall  all  be  love. 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

Hymn  XVIL     Short  Metre. 

Incomparable  food  ;  or^  ihe  Jlejlj  and  blood  ofChnJl. 

1  ^  ^  TE  fing  th'  amazing  deeds 

W     That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds, 
To  nourifli  dying  worms. 

2  This  foul-reviving  wine. 
Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 

We  thank  that  facred  flefh  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  food 


270  Hymn  18.  B.  Ill 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ; 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  oor  Redeemer  brings. 

4  '   In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 

And  fearch'd  his  garden  round, 
For  there  was  no  fuch  bleiled  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

€       On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Eeftows  this  matchlefs  grace  ; 
And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7       Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints. 
And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 
This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints,    * 
And  tune  your  voice  tp  fing. 

S       Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim. 
His  glory  in  the  high'll. 

Hymn  XVHI.     Long  Metre. 

T/je  fame. 

X    TESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet ! 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ! 
Thy^  facred  fieili  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tisliving  bread — we  thank  thee,  Lord ! 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  !  'tis  gen'rous  wine. 


B.  IIL  Hymn  19, 271 

Mingled  with  love  ;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

J  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found. 
For  the  Lamb's  fiefh  is  heav'nly  food  y 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  j: 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Mafler  of  the  feaft  ; 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Pried, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

Hymn  XIX.     Long  Metre. 

Glory  in  the  crofs  ;  <?r,  not  ajl:>amcd  of  Chriji  crucified^ 

1  A  "1"  ^^y  command,  our  dearell  Lord, 
jf"^  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  : 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love. 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhaniCy 
And  liing  their  fcandals  on  thy  caufe  ; 
We  come  to  boall  our  Saviour's  name. 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  the  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcofilng  age, 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb ) 
He  lives  above  their  utmofl  rage. 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come, 

C  C  C  2 


272  Hymn   20,  21.  B.  IIL 

PIymn  XX.     Common  Metie. 

The  provifions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord  ;  or^   the  tree 
of  life^  and  river  of  love. 

1  T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
pi   i    And  fing  tlie  folemn  feaft. 

Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  ftand 
For  every  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  palTage  to't. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juice  ;; 

The  fountain  flows  above. 
And  runs  down  ftreaming,  for  our  ufe^ 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art  ^ 

The  pleafure's  well  refin'd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  hearty 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour*s  love. 

Ye  faints,  that  tafl;e  his  wine  ; 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above^ 
In  loud  hofannas  join. 

6  A  thoufand  gk)ries  to  the  God 

Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  I 
Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  i^.    . 

Hymn  XXL     Common  Metre. 

The  triumphal  feafl  for  Cbri/i's  vi^ory  overfin^  and 

death  and  helL 
I  [^^OME,  let  us  lift. our  voices  high> 
V>l  High  as  our  joys  arife^ 


B.  III.  Hymn  21. 273^ 

And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled^ 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wh-eels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  ij 

3  [Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here. 

To  this  triumphal  feaft. 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.J 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
And,  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays^ 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  1 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

"  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd : 
"  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  iide. 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  borCy 

"  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
*'  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls- 
"  From  mifery  and  chains. 

7  ["  Juftice  unflieath'd  its  fiery  fword, 

"  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  ;. 
"  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
"  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

§  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rSj. 
"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
*'  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  ycurs, 
"  I  gave  my  own  away. 
9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groaned,  and  dy'd^. 
"  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  5 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
'*  The  monller  tumbling  down. 


274 Hymn  22.  B.  TIL 

10  "  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaft, 

'^  And  tafte  my  flefti,  my  blood, 
"  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food.*' 

1 1  Victorious  God !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  be  forever  thine.J 
1^2  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife,_ 
The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs. 


Hymn  XXIL     Long  Metre. 

The  compaffion  of  a  dying  Cbriji. 

I   ^^^UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  : 
\J  O  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  drains  immortal  as  his  name. 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  1 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath. 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death  ! 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ; 
He  from  the  threat'ning  fet  us  free. 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crols^ 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleflings  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fliore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ftains. 
And  heard  our  wounds  with  heav'niy  blood.:: 


B.  III.         Hymn  23,  24.  275 

. -^ 

Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  compailion  fo  divine ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  fliould  all  be  thine* 

Hymn  XXHL     Common  Metre. 

Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chriji, 

1  [  O  ITTING  around  our  Father's  boards 

^J  We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lovd, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  J^fus  flied. 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  \ 
The  linner  views  th*  atonement  made,. 
And  loves  the  facrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs. 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !  'tis  impoffible  that  we. 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  fuffVings  bear  for  thee. 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

Hymn  XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Pardon  and Jirength  from  Chriji. 

1  TT'ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
X?     To  fee  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 


276 Hymn  25. B.  Ill 

3  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread  j 
We  drink  the  facred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fliall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  fliall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  fky  j 
Chrifl  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace,. 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame. 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  j 
We  love  the  memory  of  his  name 
More  than  the  wine  we  taile. 

Hymn  XXV.     Common  Metre. 

Divine  glories  and  grace, 
OW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd. 


H 


Great  God,  how  bright  they  fliine. 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread. 
And  pour  the  flov/ing  wine ! 

Z  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  ftands 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands^- 
Like  Jefus  o^  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace, 
On  this  great  facrifice  ; 
Aad  love  appears  with  cheerful  face^ 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes* 


B.  III.  Hymn  25.  277 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits. 

To  heav^  direcfls  her  light ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  pailion  meets. 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part. 

And  rifing  fm  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart. 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight ; 

Let  fm  forever  die  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight^ 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


I  CANNOT  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period 
to  thefe  divine  Hymns,  until  I  have  addrefled  a 
fpecial  Song  of  Glory  to  God  the  Father,  the 
Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit.  Though  the  Latin 
name  of  it,  Gloria  Patri^  be  retained  in  the  En- 
gl ifli  nation  from  the  Roman  church  ;  and  though 
there  may  be  fome  exceffes  of  fuperilitious  honour 
paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought 
fome  unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker  Chriilians, 
yet  I  believe  it  ftill  to  be  one  of  the  nobleft  parts 
of  Chriilian  worfhip.  The  fubje6l  of  it  is  the  doc- 
trine of  the  Trinity,  which  is  that  peculiar  glory 
of  the  divine  nature,  that  our  Lord  Jefus  Chrift 
has  fo  clearly  revealed  unto  men,  and  is  fo  necef- 
fary  to  true  Chriftiaflity.  The  action  is  praife, 
which  is  one  of  the  moft  complete  and  exalted 
parts  of  heavenly  worfhip.  I  have  call  the  fong 
into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a 
plain  verfion,  or  a  larger  paraphrafe,  to  be  fung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclufion  of  another  Hymn. 
I  have  alfo  added  a  few  Hofannas,  or  afcriptions 
of  falvation  to  Chrift,  in  the  fame  manner,  and  for 
the  fame  end. 


B.  III.        Hymn  26,  27.  279 


DO  XO  LOG  lES. 


XXVI.    Firft  Long  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Praife  to  the  ever-blefed  Trinity y  God 
the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

1  T>  LESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  love, 
J3  To  whofe  celeftial  fourcc  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood. 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls, 

3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife. 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  wo, 
Mak'ft  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  wx  adore. 
That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown. 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  fhore. 


XXVIL     Firft  Common  Metre. 


G 


LORY  to  God  the  Father's  nann 
Who  from  our  finful  race 
Chofe  oat  his  fav'rites,  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 

DDd 


280 


Hymn  28.  B.  Ill 


2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

"Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay. 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead. 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give. 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r     ^ 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive^ 
And  blefs  the  happy  hourc 

4  Glory  to  God  who  teigns  above, 

Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 


XXVIII.    Firft  Short  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father  live 
Forever  on  our  tongues : 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 

In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 

By  ofiPring  up  his  own. 

Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 

Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys 

Salvation  down  to  men. 

^      While  God  the  Comforter 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  withm  ! 


B.  III.       Hymn  29,  30,  31.       281 

5       To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
lliat  feals  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
llie  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

'■I       ■        I   I    I  I.  I    I  I  '  0»i  r  «         .  I  .       .  I  ■ 

XXIX.    Second  Long  Metre. 

I  f^  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 
\jjr  Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  5 
In  effence  One,  in  perfon  Three  j 
A  focial  nature,  yet  alone* 

a  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife. 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 


XXX.     Second  Common  Metre. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd. 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death. 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  worHj 
And  new-creating  breath. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son,- 

And  Spirit,  all  divine. 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One^ 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 


XXXL    Second  Short  Metre, 


■L 


ET  God  the  Maker's  name 
Have  honour,  love  and  fear  ^ 


282       Hymn  32,  33,  34.        B.  Ill 


To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

Father  of  Lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  lovc^ 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 


XXXII.     Third  Long  Metre, 

''F'O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
J.    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One^ 
Be  honour,  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  ail  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 


XXXIir.     Or  thus: 

ALL  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name,. 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  : 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 


XXXIV.  Third  Common  Metre,      i 

Now  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd. 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known,. 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord.. 


B.  III.     Hymn  35,  36,  37,  38.      283 
XXXV.     Or  thus  : 

HONOUR  to  the  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlafting  One  j 
All  glory  to  the  Father  be. 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son. 

XXXVI.    Third  Short  Metre. 

"^T'E  angels  round  the  throne, 
\     And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  biefs  the  Spirit  too. 


XXXVIL     Or  thus  : 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praife  j 
Give  glory  to  the  Son  j 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

XXXVIII.    Particular  Metre. 

J  Song  of  Pral/e  to  the  blejfed  Trinity. 

1   T  GIVE  immortal  praife 
X  To  God  the  Father's  love. 
For  all  my  comforts  here. 
And  better  hopes  above. 
He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  fins 
That  man  had  done. 
D  Dd  2 


284  Hymn    39, B.  Ill 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too. 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood: 
From  everlafting  wo  -^ 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name; 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whofe  new  creating  powV 
Makes  the  dead  fi nner  live  :- 

His  work  completes 
The  great  defign. 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done. 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myflerious  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails. 
With  all  her  pow'rs,. 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


XXXIX.     Particular  Metre 


T 


O  Him  who  chofe  us  firft. 
Before  the  world  began. 
To  Him  who  bore  the  curfe 
To  lave  rebellious  man  ; 


B.  IIL  Hymn  40.  285 


To  him  who  forin'd 
Our  hearts  anew. 
Is  endlefs  praife 
And  glory  due. 

The  Father's  love  fliall  run 
Through  our  immortal  fongs  f 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  %■ 

Our  lips  addrefe 

The  Spirit's  name 

With  equal  praife. 

And  zeal  the  fame.- 

Let  ev'ry  faint  above. 
And  angels  round  the  throne^. 
Forever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One. 

Thus  heav'n  fhall  raife 

His  honours  high. 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 


XL.     Particular  Metre, 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  j 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  i 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  brings 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  fing. 


286         Hymn  41,  42,  43.      B.  III. 

'    '  ■ —         •'  ■ 

XLI.      Or  thus  : 

To  our  eternal  God, 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine. 
Three  myfteries  in  one,. 
Salvation,  pow'r. 
And  praife  be  giv'n. 
By  all  on  earth. 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

The  HO  S  ANN  A;    or,  Salvatian 
afcribed  to  Christ. 

XLII.      Long  Metre. 

X   TTOSANNA  to  king  David's  Son, 
JfX  Who  reigns  on  a  fuperior  throne  : 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth. 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Old  men  and  tabes  in  Zion  fing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

XLIIL     Common  Metre. 

1  T  T  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  grace  : 
j7i  Zion,  behold  thy  King  ; 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race^ 

And  teach  the  babes  to  fing. 

2  ..jfanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  Weffings  on  his  name. 


B.  IIL         Hymn  44,  45a  287 

XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

1  fT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Son 
l±  Of  David  and  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down^ 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King 
Be  endlefs  bieffings  giv'n  ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing. 
Who  made  our  peace  v/ith  Heav'n. 


XLV.     Particular  Metre, 

1  TTOSANNAtotheKing 
Jfi  Of  David's  ancient  blood  f 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  t 

Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way^ 
And  at  his  feet 
Their  honours  lay* 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high  ^ 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky. 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim  t 

Upon  his  head 
Shall  honours  reft. 
And  ev'ry  age 
Pronounce  him  blefs*d*. 


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